| We gon' step on niggas like a horse shoe
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| Only raise the blade if I’m forced to
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| I twist a rapper’s cap like a corkscrew
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| I was wired wrong, I got a short fuse
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| I turn a Quickit pig into pork stew
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| I got a ton of problems I should sort through
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| I keep it to myself with no support group
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| Can’t depend on niggas to support you
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| See the demons coming from the porch view
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| Talking game to bitches like the sport’s news
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| I been through it all and paid more dues
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| And you fuck niggas, oh, the Lord knew
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| All the self-loathin' from the poor moves
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| Suicidal thoughts, I poured more booze
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| Gotta shake it off before you for sure lose
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| It ain’t over nigga, gotta push through
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| Hope you pussy niggas had a good snooze
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| Ain’t no code or ethics, fuck the hood’s rules
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| That’s the Devil’s liar with the good rules
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| I wake up to Hell to some good news
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| All the pussy great but she can’t cook food
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| If the bully wish a nigga would fool
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| I stand on my words like a footstool
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| I’m a stand up guy, I won’t be ostracized
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| Whatever card was dealt, I gotta optimize
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| Can’t let these niggas see you salt the sides
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| 'Cause they will chew you up and you’ll get tossed aside
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| They will roll up on you and pop the nine
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| It was Poppa-sized like Pac’s demise
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| When the trust is dead, you’ve got to watch your guys
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| 'Cause they’ll be at your back with a pocket knife
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| Uh, I ain’t playing a game with you fuck niggas
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| Came out the gutter, now I’m up nigga
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| Paranoid, no, I don’t trust niggas
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| Do or say, you gonna do what nigga?
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| Oh, I got something for the tough niggas
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| Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
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| I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game
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| SEGA
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| SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA
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| SEGA
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| SEGA
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| Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang
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| I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game
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| Bully sees that I ain’t come to play games
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| I made it mamma, look, your son is deranged
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| I’m John Rambo, bet the
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| I’m countin' commas, I go dumb in the bank
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| Had a date with death, go to prom with a shank
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| Ain’t no limit, bitch, I might be armed with a tank
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| Ain’t no one in bed to keep your palm on the cake
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| That’s on God, if send me home, I’ma spray
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| It’s Lord Benton, put the bag over bitches
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| Respect the God, act religious
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| You paranoid niggas actin' suspicious
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| Get lose your life and
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| I’ll make you famous, I might add a horrific
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| Cataclysmic chopper, scatter your biscuit
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| It’s going down and that’s a matter of physics
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| Can’t count on niggas, I just add up my digits
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| Watch for wires, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Idris
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| These niggas snitches, they gon' tell all your business
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| He took the stand, your man just turned to a witness
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| I’m different, nigga, I don’t the statistics
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| Thickness can’t be cured with
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| I’m sorry bae, don’t mean to sound showmanistic
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| Just give her dick, I don’t regret with the mistress
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| I’m on they nick and I ain’t playin' with you bitches
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| Uh, I ain’t playing a game with you fuck niggas
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| Came out the gutter, now I’m up nigga
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| Paranoid, no, I don’t trust niggas
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| Do or say, you gonna do what nigga?
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| Oh, I got something for the tough niggas
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| Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
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| I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game
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| SEGA
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| SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA
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| SEGA
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| SEGA
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| Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang
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| I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game |