| I walk alone, soft rrrope, fist, blaze the torch
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| Jump on the porch, hot lava, that’s just kitchen cajun scorch
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| Take on the army in my wretchedness, catch it (Let's go) Get to rappin'
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| I got kids in this, with the four winds for the backin'
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| And the troops are lackin', troopin'
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| Who was the man with the mini-mac
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| In the back pack and buck at the westcoast, fire spit out of the 'Lac
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| Yeah, I like that, one true, they' gon' have to kill us
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| They can suck the devils nuts, if thay wanna
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| I take the cuts cause I’m the realest in this motherf**ker, hands right now
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| You want the best? |
| Do with the seed and his glory, I’ll be around
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| Clown, if you wanna, huh, laugh all day
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| I’m serious, next dimension on the galaxy, hey!
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| This is a warning… (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning…
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| (It's realer than on TV, dog)
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| Lil' L-Burna, I keep my thang cocked
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| Pop shots to The Glock
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| Time is still tickin' but this ain’t the same watch got props locked from hip
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| hop
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| Lock, stocks in big whop, ya’ll know a nigga ain’t flip flop
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| You hustle to make your moves, I hustle to get to the tip top
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| Lock and load it, and I’m classic like a throw back
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| Livin' legends in your pressense, ya’ll motherf**kers, ya’ll know that
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| Take a picture like a (?)
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| Gotta stay G’d up from the feet up
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| I’m the trigger man for God’s gun
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| Please believe in Jesus, he can free us from this crazy world
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| When you wanna see the beauty look at Layzie’s girl, she just so beautiful
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| And I love my kids dog, all about my biz ya’ll
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| Even if I fall, I can get up again and ball
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| All life long I’m a get up, get out and get it
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| On all my songs, I’m a make these niggas feel it
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| What I’m building is these pyramids, ya’ll better be takin' me serious
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| Some of ya’ll ain’t hearin' this, my heart is near and dear to this
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| This is a warning… (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning…
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| (It's realer than on TV, dog)
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| They called my Granny Mable, feed her scraps from under the table
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| Said it was good and healthy and now it’s makin' us disabled
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| Organized genocide like cancer and HIV, made it your center for disease control
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| Now it’s takin' toll
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| First they put it in Africa, and then San Fransisco
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| The infamous death quota, they hate exposure
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| They just keep you blind from high class crimes, to the sinister minister
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| dressed in white with an anti Christ mind
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| Now this' your warning time
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| That’s already been rich, I got the upper hand on you niggas; |
| Already been
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| there and done it
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| Take over your dark spots with guns to your stomachs, pillowcase over your face;
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| Make niggas run it
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| Pop your partner in the leg, let you know we ain’t frontin'
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| Found the money in they shoes in they closets, all hundreds
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| Get back to the dungeon where nobody’s watchin'
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| Instead of me breakin' bread (I'm a make my acomplise)
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| This is a warning… (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning…
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| (It's realer than on TV, dog) |