| I’m not the strongest man in the world
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| I never said I was
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| But, I fear none and I respect all
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| And if you disrespect it, I’m a die bout it
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| (Shoot em' up) In the ghetto where we all grind
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| Sun up to sun down
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| Hustle all night (Shoot em' up)
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| Pressure on em, that’s at all times
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| Take one of mine then I’m a make sure that we all cry (one eighty seven)
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| Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)
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| Pray that it don’t be a homicide
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| Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)
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| Pray that it don’t be a homicide
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| Malcom X a religion but this ain’t television
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| Go watch the movie then come back and try to tell me different
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| I swear to God I miss my nigga chest full of hate (I do)
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| Bullet in the chamber, pull up and go BANG
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| Doin' it for his kids the ones that Shud don’t look after
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| Watching the news in a foster home, they father was massacred
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| In the hospital laid up inside my dick a decathetar
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| Heal up and go kill up everything in his family
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| Should’ve flipped me got to teach the bitch that tried to get at me
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| Left my nigga children on this Earth to be bastards
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| Bitch I’m up in the mornin', caught a slip, grip up on em'
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| At the red light through the windshield knocked out all his components
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| Had to draw down, lay the law down for a month straight
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| Ain’t no sleepin', nigga beefin', this a month straight
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| Band-aids on my fingertips, with gloves on I clutch chrome
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| Duct tape the bottom of my shoes, with the snub on
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| Up it, spray it to the pavement you a blood donor
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| Infrared, white shirt, red all the blood on it
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| Throw a bag of drugs on you, for the crime scene
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| Drug-related homicide, closed case, crime scene
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| Extender stick out, BLICKA BLOCK and didn’t dick off
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| Thought that was your bitch she set you up, caught with your dick out
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| Trail you to the club and catch you thievin' out that bitch
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| My decoy fight cause a distraction leave you leakin' out that bitch |