| Run game to keep it straight gangsta
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| By my frames say fuck all these pranksters
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| We won’t stop until I hear «Thank ya»
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| Brought up in these city streets, I’m bringin them bangers nigga
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| Nigga I was born into this thug life, I didn’t chose it, I was chose
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| A lot of these rappers fakin and frontin, tellin lies like Pinocchio
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| Never had to tote the pistol, momma had the cleanest tissues
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| Band-aids for the boo-boos but where I’m from, is another issue
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| Down on the game or the game’ll get you
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| And you could stay broke, I’m a get richer
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| Gotta stay low or the bullets they hit ya
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| Nigga bad business’ll catch up with’cha
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| Split ya, get the picture mister, the game is about survival
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| Probably clutchin on my bible, now what are you willin to die fo'?
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| Are you liable for your actions? |
| Were you tryin to point your finger?
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| Blamin everybody but your damn self, well the fat lady’s singin
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| Now bring it raw, ain’t no mercy for me, America ain’t got no trophy for me
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| I ain’t even tryin to play that game cause the po-po just to thirsty for me
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| Rather go out in a blazin glory, you know my name and you heard the stories
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| Checkin for me cause I got game and these other niggaz is born, look at me
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| Scorin all the points like I’m T-Mac and A.I.
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| And look at these other players hatin, I’m the truth and can’t lie
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| We come to get live on, and ride on, like yup muh’fucker I got 5 on 'em
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| With my mind’s on it know my opponent, I warned you you don’t want it
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| See I see through what you don’t see, and I can pin it 20/20
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| Niggaz they know I’m so for real like O.D.B., better gimme my money
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| 1's, 10's, 20's, 100's, nigga, if you owe me, run it
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| I’m a continue to stick you blunted, homicide won’t know who done it
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| Damn, that’s the way it is and that’s just how it’s gon' be
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| Keep yo' gang to yo’self homie, I represent no phonies — fuck 'em
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| Run some game ready, 'Zilla, known to drop heavy
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| Deadly, show you lil' somethin boy if you let me
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| Feel me, life is like a game of dice
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| You roll them right the first time, the same life can’t roll 'em twice
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| Grrr, I bite hard for mines
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| It’s a new track for the new jack, I’m a dog for mines
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| I’m in too deep, competition dead on the street
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| They head is weak, I know the odds hard to beat
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| But fuck that, my homies got a score to settle
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| With theyself, plus it’s still a lot of tea in the kettle
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| We refute the devil, you can’t fade the levels
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| And you can never ever, come test the rebels — grrrr
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| Got the burners
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| Man I’ll put y’all dig in the dirt when you fuckin with us or my niggaz
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| I’ll leave you stankin nigga, cause 16 round
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| Wanna be down with us but the fake niggaz can’t be found with us
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| So nigga, we mash when we roll, we got fo'-fo's on you hoes
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| You niggaz know the go and oh, me and my niggaz we gettin this dough
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| We said one million, two million, three million, fo'
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| Still movin up the ladder but we needed that mo', so here we go
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| We runnin game on you bitches, we got the fame and our riches
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| So niggaz aim and we picutre, we let them thangs come and get ya
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| We that swift, I ain’t gotta shoot ya dawg
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| Just to see your body fallin, here we go, to the morgue |