| I woke up on the blacktop, backdrop
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| Its 12 am and I was drinkin' Henn around midnight
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| Someone asked for crack rock, that’s hot
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| Told 'em they can bend around the corner for some «get right»
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| I was havin' fun, me, one deep
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| Ain’t nobody with me, I be movin' in my own zone
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| Stay lit with the .45th and the BRAINSICK
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| Wasn’t even trippin', really, no phone
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| Left it up in the whip, that was my first mistake
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| Second mixin' Henny with Tanqueray
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| Spit it on my chuck Ts, no Bathing Apes
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| Somebody came and asked me for directions, I don’t know the way
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| I’m really startin' to fade away
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| I’m startin' to get the feeling this ain’t no normal day
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| My kids will wonder why I ain’t made it home today
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| I got a message from my son «Daddy we hungry, are you on the way?»
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| And I don’t even know just how I ended up
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| In this parking lot without no money or no keys to cut
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| Walked about a mile before I found the phone up in my chucks
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| Called my wife and told her pick me up, I cannot catch the bus
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| Holes up in my shirt, they put the work in on me, I got touched
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| Stood up on the corner, any minute she’ll be pullin' up
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| Told me that she knew the house they at —
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| Pass me the strap
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| «here»
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| Now hit it up!
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better just run away
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Boogieman’s comin'
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better just run away
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Boogieman’s comin'
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| We pulled up to the house with the gun, ooh
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| Kickin doors in like it’s kung fu
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| Told 'em we shoot anyone move
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| I begin loot, even 5s and the 1s too
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| I’ll be gone before anyone knew
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| I promise not to go in your sons room
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| But I’ll be in the kitchen eatin' Blood’s food
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| Salad with the nuts
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| What the fuck is you gon' do?
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| I saw somebody pull up in a yella
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| Get the sawed off and the chainsaw, we gon' do this shit hella
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| Quick-behind the couch, I’m behind this umbrella
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| When they all come in laughin'
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| Hit the flo', I’m not here just to get the dough
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| I admit you got me, niggas played me like a pick and roll
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| But nigga this a game
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| First quarter was the liquor store
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| We ain’t even hit halftime, Blood, we got a 5th to go
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| And that’s about the time that it occurred to you
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| You was pointin' pistols at some niggas that will murder you
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| We up in your house at night and nobody alerted you
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| Takin' all your thangs and leave your brain in your convertible
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| Where the fuck your homies goin' now? |
| They all deserted you
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| Now you’re realizing that your life-it wasn’t purposeful
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| Thought you was gon' get at me and B wouldn’t be servin' you, nigga
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| The motherfuckin' nerve on you!
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better just run away
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Boogieman’s comin'
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better just run away
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| Better run before me do come
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| Better run before me do come |