| What makes you so sure you not gon' die when ya enemies ride?
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| For me it’s pride, till the end I know the truth keeps me alive
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| I’m on the freeway speedin', the judges gave me a reason
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| Daddy Rose; |
| they said they keep him
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| So I plan to get even, they got me and my team on defense
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| No justice, we ain’t leavin', Impala engine Chevy LT 1's
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| Squeezin' the gun, yeah I’mma get even for son
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| G hyphen C I P L E, hear that name, fear night niggas feel jail keys
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| Make hell freeze, blood trail leads
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| What could you tell G’s?
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| Bell please, light up an L for me
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| Then get the M-16, yo 2nd grade
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| Led’ll spray till they say «Let us pray»
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| Then split separate ways, get back to the hideout
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| What y’all waitin' for, niggas ride out
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| See I do it for my niggas and y’all do it for me
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| (Hook) 2x
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| I’m like T.I., look at all the guns I brung
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| From out my beehive, which is in the slums I’m from
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| Since I was knee-high, if you had gun I swung
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| And I hit hard, so kids whip tar
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| Nowadays I spit bars till I zip to the stars
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| But don’t get it twisted; |
| tho I deal wit the physics
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| You can still get wit the biscuit
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| Tho I’m mystique but real
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| And scientific, kick truth you can feel
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| That’s that G/Ciple, just that G title will get you status
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| Your crew’s cross paths, but now cross wit the baddest
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| Everybody who betrayed
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| Thought the devil was gon' get you play
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| You played ya self, we true warriors over here
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| You degrade ya self, upgrade ya self
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| Don’t eva let real cats see you do that again
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| We got knowledge and street scholars
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| We really live this life, we don’t just rap about it
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| (Hook) 2x |