| I told you I would show up screaming out «FNF» 'til the world blow up
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| They said I was so finished, I told 'em its show business
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| Meanin there’s no business 'less Fiasco’s in it
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| Disrespect the dress code; |
| wear my street clothes in it
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| Measured, sold, and clothed in it
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| Opened up closed, after I entered and drove in it, like uhh
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| Only fear God
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| Know the weapons of the weak
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| The weakness of the heart
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| And never fall asleep
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| Roll in it, music bumpin, windows tinted
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| Through the good neighbourhoods and all of the woes in it
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| Exerted control in it
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| Seen it come and go, stolen and sold in it
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| Diamond and gold plated
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| Fountain of youth, dippin my toes in it
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| Bounce in the booth, spit it like Skoal in it
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| Putting my heart and my soul in it
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| Cause
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| Only fear God
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| Know the weapons of the weak
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| The weakness of the heart
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| And never fall asleep
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| Once upon a time, not long ago
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| When the pusher man creep, where they live life po'
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| With fifteen in the clip and one in the hole
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| Hallway wall full of R.I.P.'s, some some of us know
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| None of us know the makers of the toast
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| Like the bottom of the stove that was used in the murderin' of the scroll
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| Heart colder than Edy’s
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| Won’t let the seedy city defeat me
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| Rub me out like genies, won’t concede til I’m graffiti
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| Nigga what
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| Only fear God
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| Know the weapons of the weak
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| The weakness of the heart
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| And never fall asleep
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| I done bellowed, said «What up?» |
| to the reaper
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| Hell met like Riddell, then high-water, hello
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| To the five-year-old gunshot hearer, I hear ya
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| Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror
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| Cheer up, I put it on the bars like beer nuts
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| Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us
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| Only fear God
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| Know the weapons of the weak
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| The weakness of the heart
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| And never fall asleep
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| Once upon a time, not long ago
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| When the pusher man creep, where they live life po'
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| I put it on my grandmomma’s daughter
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| I microphone control with the soul of slave hummin «Wadin in the Water»
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| I author like D.W. |
| brother, like a hustla'
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| God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partners
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| I do it for the hood like a parka
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| But tell my niggas not to shiver
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| Only time we quiver like a archer is
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| Only fear God
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| Know the weapons of the weak
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| The weakness of the heart
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| And never fall asleep
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| Here we are now, entertain us
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| Change don’t change us
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| Ever since the game trained us
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| We came up like worms in the rain
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| I dream my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us
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| So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth
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| And two feet creep like its Elm Street
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| Cause
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| Only fear God
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| Know the weapons of the weak
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| The weakness of the heart
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| And never fall asleep
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| Once upon a time, not long ago
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| When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' |