| Uh, suddenly I’m in the whip, with the gat, full clip
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| Out the blue, like a crip, doin' 90 on the backroad
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| Outta nowhere my girl hit me on the bat phone
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| I could hear it in her voice, know she just wasn’t alone
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| Then a voice I didn’t recognize
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| Said «If you wanna' see your wife alive, bring a million in cash and she’s
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| gonna survive»
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| Look at the clock, pitch black, it’s 11:05
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| Hung up the phone, you know I put that shit in hyper-drive
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| Then I call my homie 6ix to tell him I’ma need his help
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| I’ma be outside in five, get the gat under ya belt
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| Then I felt the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel
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| I tried to shake it, man, I can’t believe this shit is real
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| Heart pumping on the 101, this shit right here ain’t no fun
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| Live and die by the gun, get you some
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| Yeah, I pull up to the crib, pick up 6ix, now we out this bitch
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| Only thing that’s on my mind is «Put this fucker in a ditch»
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| Soon as I get there, boy, I’m lightin' up that ass
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| I’ma fill him with lead and they never finna count the cash
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| 'Til I look up at the dash and realize I’m out of gas
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| So I stopped at the station, piss like probation
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| Tell my boy to fill up as I head inside to pay
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| Open the door and see a white guy at the counter named Clay
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| Pull out a 50 and told him to hurry
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| He movin' slow like he ain’t got a worry in the world
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| And a attitude; |
| maybe I was actin' rude
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| Hold up, if the person you love was kidnapped, what would you do?
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| He saw my gat in my jacket and froze
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| I told him I ain’t want no problem but he chose
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| To reach for the shotty anyway, so I blew him away
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| Just tryna get some gas, now his brain’s blast (uh)
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| Frozen, thinkin' 'bout what just happened, now it’s in the past
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| Jump in the whip 0 to 60, yeah, we out fast
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| See that red and blue flash, damn, the cops is on my ass (*Sirens*)
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| Hear them sirens, flashing lights in my rear view
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| This shit like a movie in a theater near you
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| 120 now, I feel like OJ
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| (The cops are gonna get us)
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| No they won’t, everything will be okay
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| Swerve left, swerve right, now they almost out of sight
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| Finna pull under the bridge, they won’t spot me here at night
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| Slow it down, play it cool, mama, she ain’t raised no fool
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| Sit back, breathe slow, (Holy shit!), there they go
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| Man they found us, I don’t know how but they came around us
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| Fuck the police, no, they never do astound us
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| In the back of my mind, I know I gotta get the cash
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| It’s in my secret stash, wish I had another path
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| Out the window I can hear the bullets blast, wish I had a mask (*Gunshots*)
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| Make it to the crib, that’s my only task
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| Adrenaline in my body, could take on anybody
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| Coming down to the wire, they blew my tire then we flip
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| Freeze you motherfucker! |
| (*Gunshots*)
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| 6ix, come on get up!
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| I’m shot, I’m shot! |
| What? |
| I’m shot! |
| (*Gunshots*)
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| Get the fuck on the ground!
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| Aww, fuck, fuck!
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| They got me!
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| He bleedin' slow, blood dripping from his torso
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| Will he ever get to see his son grow?
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| What’s the picture they gon' paint after he go?
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| Last song he ever sung when the bullet hit his lung
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| Man, I shoulda never called, he’d be alive if he ain’t come
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| All he tried to do was help save my wife
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| Wish I could’ve saved his life, I wish I could take it back
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| Now my best friend’s life curtain call, fade to black
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| It just ain’t no turning back, pulled out the gat
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| And put a bullet through the man in blue and it came out his back
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| Jump in the whip, no looking back
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| First time in the front seat of that white and black
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| Side streets through the city, ain’t nobody fucking with me
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| Yeah, you know I had to duck 'em all, screamin' «Motherfuck the law»
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| Next thing I saw was a block from my crib
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| Thinkin' 'bout my shorty, she my rib
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| Pull up in the driveway
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| No cops in sight but just might somehow pull up my way
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| Open the stash, get the cash, now I’m back out
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| So I put the Audi in reverse and then I back out
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| Look at the addy in the text with my girl whereabouts
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| Five minutes later, now I’m creeping in a warehouse
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| Lot of goons, lot of guns, now I’m shooting just for fun
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| I don’t give a fuck where they come from, I’m killing everyone
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| Finally make it to the back, all alone, pitch black |
| Hear a sound, what was that? |
| Think it came from over there
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| Lights on, now I see my wife, she’s tied up to a chair
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| With a gun to her head and a man gripping her hair
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| All I did was stop and stare, he took the gag out of her mouth
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| And she started calling my name (Bobby!) but didn’t seem to be in pain
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| Really shaken up (Bobby!), I felt like I was waking up
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| So I shot him quick in the neck and he hit the floor (Bobby)
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| Before I untied her, I shot him four more times
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| Put a bullet in his spine, was he dead? |
| (Bobby!) Let’s see (Bobby!)
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| Staring at the man, gun in his hand, it couldn’t be (Bobby!)
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| The man who kidnapped my wife (Bobby!) was me (Bobby!)
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| Bobby!
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| What? |
| What—what?
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| Man, get your ass up nigga, we at the studio!
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| Say what?
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| Damn, man. |
| C’mon, hurry up, man! |
| What’s wrong with you?
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| Wake up, here. |
| Come on
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| Wait, we’re at the studio right now? |
| We’re here already?
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| Damn, man, since you started smoking weed you always fucking late!
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| Man, shut the fuck up Kev
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| Stoney Bob neck ass |