| Woke up early afternoon, just after two
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| It’s Saturday contemplating what I’m gon' do
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| Had a long night last night leaving the studio
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| Headed to the kitchen and make me some cereal
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| Fruity Pebbles or Fruit Loops, that’s how I do
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| Sit down at the table, read my two-way through
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| Twelve unread messages, damn I was buggin'
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| Last night I didn’t feel it vibrating or nothing
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| Up in Speed Henny’d out, I don’t fuck with Grey Goose
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| Give white liquor to bitches, it make 'em loose
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| Left out with two dames, my lab, got brains
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| Blindfolded them on the way, they’ll never know they way
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| To my hideout, it’s like a cave, come there, you be amazed
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| So many left and right turns, you’ll think you in a maze
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| LaSon, Bruce Wayne, Darkman, Batman
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| With gadgets like guns and shit, tons of clips
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| Butterfly knives and box cutters all within my grip
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| Been stabbin' niggas and shit, better check my rap sheet
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| Matter fact, all them punk ass cases, I’ve beat
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| By threatenin' the witness, or hittin' them off with digits
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| Talkin' with they mothers, or puttin' pressure on brothers
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| I’m the purest, some cases didn’t have to pick the jurors
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| It didn’t go that far, good lawyers know the law
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| Threw out on the preliminaries, yeah, I’ve been there
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| It’s the Dark, L-A-S-O-N, polly with the best of men
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| Generals and kings, Brooklyn to Queens
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| The Bronx back to Harlem, I know niggas is starvin'
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| Staten Island they wildin', those my brothers, beg 'em pardon
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| In this life, we hustle for all we got
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| There’s two sides of the system, have and have nots
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| Some get dough, some get robbed and shot
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| For all your tribulations, I recommends a lot
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| Staying to win, thorough from beginning to the end
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| Everybody that I shake hands with ain’t my friends
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| Just associates, let them get close as they suppose to get
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| Close enough to see that rifle, I’ma scope them with
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| Close enough to see that knife, I’ma poke 'em with
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| Not that friendly, don’t laugh at all the jokes and shit
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| Dead serious, most times furious
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| Like a nigga on a bitch, if she miss the period
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| This shit is chess, not checkers, the IRS gon' check us
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| The DEA gon' check us, the ATF gon' check us
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| If the FBI don’t check us first, murders make it worse
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| It’s ill seein' your right hand, ride off in a hearse
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| But without bloodshed, there’ll be no peace
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| I read that in the Qur’an, Surah number three
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| Only the strong survive, the weak shall perish
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| Got that out of the Bible, so many didn’t hear it
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| The stories, how Moses and Jesus, struggled to feed us
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| Abraham and Mohamed, all the above were prophets
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| Do you history, you’ll find out, life ain’t a mystery
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| There’s always been conflicts, with crews and cliques
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| Like back in the ocean, if you ran into pirates
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| They’ll blast they cannons and rob your whole ship
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| For your jewels, your food, all your values
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| Predators eat prey, the same goin' today
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| In this life, we hustle for all we got
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| There’s two sides of the system, have and have nots
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| Some get dough, some get robbed and shot
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| For all your tribulations, I recommends a lot |