| I don’t know who to trust, what to look fo'
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| How many niggas wanna kill me?
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| I’m havin a, hard time tryin to determine
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| If that’s the homey, or the enemy
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| Ol' shady-ass, no build for that
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| Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
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| But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin
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| And I’ll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
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| One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
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| Nigga don’t you ever pull a gun and don’t use it
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| Nigga that’s a good way to get your brains blow out
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| Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it
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| Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
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| Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
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| If you in it you in it don’t be no punk
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| Nigga this ain’t no baseball game, niggas don’t FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK
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| Two brothers goin sack for sack
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| In the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
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| Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
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| Poppin ecstasy like Skittles
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| It’ll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
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| Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
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| Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
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| What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
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| Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
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| Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
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| Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
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| No mercy on haters or no bitches
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| Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances
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| So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances
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| Takin all these CHANCES
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| You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
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| Penitentiary CHANCES
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| You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
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| I said the world is full of crack babies
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| I remember when the world went crazy
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| Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that
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| And rolled out like it didn’t even fade me
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| Nigga — slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
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| It’s double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
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| Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
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| Motherfucker, now I’m the closest nigga to ballin ferocious
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| Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
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| (Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain’t easy and motherfucker only if you breezy
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| Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
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| Come with the newest shit I come through with
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| Bitch don’t you hear the music?
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| (Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)
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| Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt
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| Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
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| A Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
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| Or maybe cause I’m with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
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| You can’t love it, don’t leave the ghetto
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| Me and I’m heated like two jugs of methyl
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| Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen
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| Eager to be the nigga just for cappin
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| Strappin up ain’t no thang, it’s survival
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| It’s makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
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| It’s +Higher Learning+, but it’s +True Lies+
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| When it comes to the +Superfly+
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| Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
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| Is it ridicule or stardom? |
| Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
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| I’m makin niggas fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
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| (Beotch!) I’m on some moonshine shit
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| Bit the cork off the Cristal
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| I’m drunk so let me chill for a while
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| Aww yeah yeah now niggas know
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| Well ain’t no sense in me fuckin around
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| My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
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| To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
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| Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggas
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| And killin 'em off with sex
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| Ain’t no tellin what angle I’m comin with these circumstances
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| Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers
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| On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas
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| Don’t fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggas
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| I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
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| (??) take a long time business to get paid
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| To get rid of you cheater
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| Chatter police-ass niggas takin chances (takin chances)
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| Man you can’t fuck with these circumstances
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| And all you O.G. |
| motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
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| Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
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| Tryin to throw yo' weight around
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| Like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
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| Nigga don’t you know these youngsters nowadays
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| Be off that water and hot? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Circumstances , by - Luniz. Song from the album The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп