| Walk without an entourage in which I won’t discuss
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| Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough
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| My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I’m sheddin' blood
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| If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up
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| Acceptin' no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge?
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| Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? |
| The plug?
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| Nothin' that can save you, your life is now above
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| I wouldn’t even give a fuck if you and I were blood
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| No one lent their helpin' hand, got it out the mud
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| Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
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| Then they gossip with their partners in private, I’ve seen it done
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| Fat boy you a bitch, you know how I come
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| MAC 11 rangin', slangin', cuddles with the drum
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| Keep my name out your fuckin' mouth, endin' off your tongue
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| Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin' drugs
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| Drought 'round Hollygrove, key need me to flood
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| Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
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| Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
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| Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
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| Goin' hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin'
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| A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
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| No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon' hunt
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| And I’m lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways
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| I ain’t shit, shaved or bathed in like six days
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| King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
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| Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
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| Kevin Gates' face front page in the article
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| Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they’ll slaughter you
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| Run and I observe, ain’t no sense in bein' audible
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| Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz
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| Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin' the kid
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| Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear
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| Thump through the slums and slump me somethin' forreal
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| Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs
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| Youngin' really thuggin', guerilla hustlin' for real
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| Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta shit in my grill
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| Lay loose with a Llama or stank a bitch if he squeal
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| Set outside the store that my gangsta bitch just went in
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| At the pharmacy poppin' 'scripts, my prescriptions is gettin' filled
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| I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear
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| Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
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| Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
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| Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
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| Goin' hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin'
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| A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
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| No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon' hunt
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| And I’m lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways
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| I ain’t shit, shaved or bathed in like six days
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| Appreciate the help that’s been comin' on nothin' will I depend
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| When asked about the pen, if I’m goin' back that depends
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| Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured
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| Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger
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| I want her, she pushin' kids in the stroller, who? |
| For her sister
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| The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn’t flirt with her friendship
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| Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
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| Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin'
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| clip rich then snitch, tellin' the business
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| I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention
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| Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek
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| Section 8 voucher and public housin', we livin'
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| Mama callin' Meals on Wheels, they won’t deliver
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| Came up quick in the trenches when we was little
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| Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver
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| I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It
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| Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
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| Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
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| Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
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| Goin' hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin'
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| A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
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| No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon' hunt
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| And I’m lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways
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| I ain’t shit, shaved or bathed in like six days |