| 11 o’clock News! |
| (Live and direct! ??? area, they carry ya ??? and attack!
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| When
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| they bury ya they pissing on the side of your grave! |
| No witnesses but a buckshot from the side of the gauge)
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| 11 o’clock News! |
| (Live and direct! ??? area, they carry ya ??? and attack!
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| When
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| they bury ya they pissing on the side of your grave! |
| No witnesses but a buckshot from the side of the gauge)
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| 11 o’clock News!
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| «Watch you’re own back, son!»
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| My Dad always told me.
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| But that wasn’t in my mind,
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| my electrical gate closing slowly!
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| I was thinking about my pussy upstairs,
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| waiting patiently,
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| not knowing that there’s two niggas outside
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| what takes case of me!
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| Before I know it,
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| the barrels facing me.
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| I’m deadlocked,
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| the pistol in my rear cage,
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| niggas in the headlock!
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| I kept the fuck quiet,
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| so I could peep these niggas unidentified.
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| It might ???,
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| they might as be some friends of me!
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| One shot to the cradle.
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| My mind’s kinda wonderous!
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| I been flossin’too much,
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| It’s about time,
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| I got some of this
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| hardcore haterism!
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| My time was up,
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| when nigga called me by name I’m like:
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| «What the fuck?»
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| Stuck my head up,
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| I heard a car in the garage
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| and that’s when the whole fucking scene had a pause.
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| I thank god,
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| 'cause ??? |
| saved my fucking life,
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| I caught eye contact,
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| «Aw, shit! |
| It’s my wife!»
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| The nigga who had his hands free went straight for my honey,
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| so I knew this robbery wasn’t for no motherfucking money!
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| They took my pretty out in the car and put me in it!
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| Drove off and that’s when I knew a nigga was finished!
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| They put me in the trunk of my own ???
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| smashed ??? |
| bumpin'.
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| My girl screaming,
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| I can’t do nothing!
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| We drove for like 20 minutes
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| and once we stopped
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| they took me outta the trunk,
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| by your own ass ???
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| and asked me:
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| «Who could we call to get some cash?
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| And if you don’t do it quick,
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| then your punk ass won’t last!»
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| I dialed 6−6-7−6-7−6-7−1-2−3-4−1-1−9-11,
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| I got my ass whipped,
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| while we was waiting for the call!
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| Kicked at my head and stomped on my balls.
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| I just couldn’t take no mo'
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| and stopped moving
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| I couldn’t feel nothing,
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| my whole shit was ruined,
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| they put in the back of the trunk,
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| where I slept the whole day!
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| 'til I got enough strength to kick the seat away,
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| drove myself home,
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| laid out on the couch,
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| drunk a whole fifth,
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| a nigga passed out!
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| 11 o’clock News! |
| (Live and direct! ??? area, they carry ya ??? and attack!
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| When
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| they bury ya they pissing on the side of your grave! |
| No witnesses but a buckshot from the side of the gauge)
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| 11 o’clock News!!! |