| Yea
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| Rule
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| Are you a figment of my imagination?
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| Or am I one of yours?
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| Believe me baby, an hear me, fear me, feel me That’s why they all wanna kill me dead
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| True in the head but nigga not
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| As soon as I get the drop
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| I pull up the pop of the test
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| It’s outta the prairie
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| Bitches style juice running through my head
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| How many wanna die nigga?
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| my concept It’s irrational
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| My thinking now
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| I’m erratic like Mike W’s whose falling down
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| I’m losin sight now I can hardly see
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| And smoking all this fucking weed
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| I can barely breathe
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| I’m like tell a bitch bleed
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| Squeeze on D Run up in the deli
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| wrung up on D Are ya watching me?
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| They be watching, niggas they be watching, keep watching
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| Keep watching me Now don’t look down
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| Are ya watching me?
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| They be watching, Bitches they be watching, keep watching
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| Keep watching me Now don’t look down
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| Whose watching me?
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| C’mon watch as I creep through your block
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| in the hard top drop
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| with my bead on knock
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| cause cops i ain’t standing
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| and gangstas know
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| catching before hanging
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| And my dogs keep banging
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| cause ain’t shit changing
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| And hustlers ya’ll keep slanging
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| We stuck in the game
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| wit not a lot to gain
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| but everything to lose
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| but we soldiers that front-line
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| In days to rule
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| We do homicide drive-by's
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| Cock and spray
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| If you the last man standing
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| You about to lay
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| 6 feet underground
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| Watch me now
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| Stop me how?
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| Ya’ll niggaz trying to cop my style
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| I spit nothing but hot ones
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| and pop guns
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| make it hard for niggaz to function
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| Who want some of the Rule baby? |
| (None of ya’ll)
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| I’m legally considered crazy
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| But if that’s the way that God made me This world can’t change me And that’s the way it’ll be Caught in the dark
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| Until the light shines on me
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| I’m a slave to this game
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| But I’m break free
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| So keep watchin me |