| Death wish, death wish, death wish, death wish
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| Death wish, death wish, death wish
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| AH-HAHHHH!
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| Yeah, yo, they must got a death wish
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| Cause they was on the (Road to the Riches)
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| back in the day, but they got off on the exit
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| Real disrespect shit — whenever a nigga
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| try to fuck up your investment, it’s hard to digest it
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| These young niggaz don’t wanna get punched in they faces
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| So they keep the burner on 'em, and catch a bunch of cases
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| These old niggaz still think they livin in the 80's
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| And shorties that they knew since they were babies turned crazy
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| The bitches still holla
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| At anybody lookin like they gettin a couple dollars
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| Could fuck, suck and swallow
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| Ain’t nobody winnin, but everybody can’t lose
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| The dirt’s still there, funeral home ain’t move
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| Goin in, comin out gang affiliated
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| You’d rather go back before bein humiliated
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| A black cloud over the hood, you can’t escape it
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| Dust smokin niggaz walkin 'round in the (Matrix)
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| Loyalty is thin, the tension is thick
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| Look at a broke nigga’s face, when you mention a brick
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| Stick-up kids come around, when they sense that you rich
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| Candles and lizzle get lit when you get hit with the fifth
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| Niggaz that used to hoop dream is now sellin the piff
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| And they still rattin but you can’t tell if you stiff
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| Especially when the tec spit
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| Fuck around get your head, and your neck hit, lookin for a death wish
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| What?
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| Talkin out your mouth, all reckless
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| To a nigga that you know, that’ll let it off, that’s a death wish
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| When your heart stops, and your body gets breathless
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| And help don’t come in enough time, that’s a death wish
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| When you see the blood and realize that your chest is hit
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| And don’t know where it came from, that’s a death wish
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| When you know a nigga, whole styles on some next shit
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| And you violate 'em, mm-MWAH, that’s a death wish
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| Young Money!
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| Ahh, I be on that way left shit
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| Better get right or get left shit
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| Better hit right or get left hit
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| Even if you threw the best pitch
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| Yes bitch it’s Weezy-F bitch, I’m the best bitch
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| Motherfuck yo' guest list, I be like, let’s just
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| kill him and get breakfast, neck slit
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| Next shit expect this, every time you check this
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| I’m exit, I mean, excited to be yo' death wish
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| Bitch I wear this G shit on my heart, not my necklace
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| And I keep the Heckler for the heck-less
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| And I’m from the Mecca of the Reckless with a record-breakin death list
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| The reckless and neglecters think election won’t affect us
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| I’m high above you, above law, above ever rich
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| Niggaz snitchin, put niggaz in a can like a beverage
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| Damn! |
| I pop at your head, fuck up your memories
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| I put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce
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| Yeah, if you don’t remember shit you gon' remember this
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| I’ll knock them niggaz down this year, I’m on my timber shit
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| Big lion growl at you niggaz on that Simba shit
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| I’ll be on that «Fuck yo' clique, I’ll kill every member"shit
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| Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit
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| And they could buy yo' bag with body parts sold separate
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| Yeah, that’s a bet bitch like Russian Roulette bitch
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| Weezy be the genie in a bottle, here’s your death wish |