| Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
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| Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug
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| Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love
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| Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug
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| Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
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| Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all
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| Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog
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| Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all
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| I’m living life on the run, this is hot pursuit
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| Nigga lying homies dying, better strap on your boots
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| I’m the Young Don, you know I do what I do
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| One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9−2
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| Now me and Screw, the click you know we started that
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| It was a three headed monster, with my boy Fat Pat
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| We was the thoedest, the coldest on this side of town
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| And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down
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| We was profiling freestyling, buck wilding
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| Making money, had a playa smiling
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| Keeping it crunk bringing the funk, popping the trunk
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| Smoking the skunk, a playa don’t front
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| 'Fore I lay down to sleep, you know I got’s to pray
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| Cause this life ain’t been the same, since we lost P-A
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| Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call
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| Cause my right hand to God, man I miss my dog uh
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| We was swanging swoop, in a brand new coupe
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| This Commission Music Group, we hotter than chicken soup
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| Would you kill for your homie, would you steal for your homie
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| Be ready to bust a shot, when they try to run up on me
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| Would you ride for a thug, would you die for a thug
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| Be ready to pump a slug, would you see a nigga blood
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| H-Town to Oakland, the highway smoking
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| Puffing on some’ing green, that’ll bust your chest open
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| Or trip in the zone, for my homies that’s gone
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| DJ Screw you the king baby, sit on that throne
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| Mafio Big Steve, don’t worry I got it rocking
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| Just for P-A-T, I’ma keep a top dropping
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| Long live the name, forever in the game
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| Letting you boys know, until you feel my pain
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| Southside for life, baby a playa got pride
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| East to West Coast, real dogs gon' ride
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| Pressure bust the pipes, so that’s what I like
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| Had to master the game, like it’s riding a bike
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| I lost some people man, you know this world is a trip
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| It got me paranoid, riding with a Glock and a clip
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| I know a lot of people saying, you the last one left
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| That’s why I’m studio bound, keeping some’ing on the shelf
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| I mash on the gas, with no time to play
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| Me Pokey and Corleone, plus the H-A-W-K
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| Tell Poetic just don’t sweat it, I’ma drop him a hit
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| Do it straight from the heart, because I love the click
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| I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a G
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| Dedicating this song, to Screw and P-A-T
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| I’ma hold it down, until I make it that way
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| On the last 16, with so much to say
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| No giving up, this is life on the run
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| All respect due, from Lil' Keke the Don what |