| The Heros
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| Love can turn you evil
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| Love can turn you evil
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| Don’t let that shit defeat you
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| Problems comin', I don’t need 'em
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| To the streets I’m like the preacher
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| Listen up so I can teach 'em
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| Not the same, you ain’t my equal
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| Blood diamonds, he was reachin'
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| I can’t speak, somebody please
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| Long nights without eatin'
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| Had to trap, don’t fuck with leechin'
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| Bitch it’s cancer 'til we even
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| Catch him lackin', leave him leakin'
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| Get you touched, give me a reason
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| All my shottas love squeezin'
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| Killer season, bitch, we tweakin'
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| Tryna see whoever speakin'
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| Tryna see whoever speakin'
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| Bitch, we goin' with the move
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| Fuck you and them pussy niggas
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| Who claim they gon' step for you
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| Heard these bitch ass niggas trippin'
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| Shit, I know just what to do
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| Pull up with my cousin Boo
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| Might send shots hangin' out the roof
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| Bitch, I’m in the trenches with them hammers, come get at me
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| Swervin' in your section, gray Camaro full of ratchets
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| Rat ass promotor set me up, some niggas jacked me
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| But I got a message for you and that pussy boy from laughing
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| Everything I do, it gotta add, it ain’t no more subtractin'
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| What I speak, this shit I really lived, don’t wanna do no actin'
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| If you play, we gotta get him drilled, put him in a casket
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| Niggas tryna be like me, I tell 'em they gon' need some practice
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| Love can turn you evil
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| Don’t let that shit defeat you
|
| Problems comin', I don’t need 'em
|
| To the streets I’m like the preacher
|
| Listen up so I can teach 'em
|
| Not the same, you ain’t my equal
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| Blood diamonds, he was reachin'
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| I can’t speak, somebody please
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| Long nights without eatin'
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| Had to trap, don’t fuck with leechin'
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| Bitch it’s cancer 'til we even
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| Catch him lackin', leave him leakin'
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| Get you touched, give me a reason
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| All my shottas love squeezin'
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| Killer season, bitch, we tweakin'
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| Tryna see whoever speakin' |