| «Set me free, of my sadness
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| Where you find tenderness»
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| Keep one at the top of the 40 Glock, tell them bitches come for me
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| I respect the streets for what it done to me
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| All these new niggas ain’t nothing but sons to me
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| I gave them 20 years, fuck more do you want from me?
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| I’m El Chapo with a crack flow
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| You get your shit pushed back slow, *bang*, simple as that
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| You’ll catch a dirt nap, trying to style for the cameras
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| Cause I’ma lay you down like ceramics
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| I’m good in any hood homie, access granted
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| The shooters on your block will tell you
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| «Danze drag a 'Lac through the ghetto with a lap full of metal»
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| So relax, be cautious, OG nauseous
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| Remember you a pawn, I’m a don to the bosses
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| Set up shop on any city block, that’s the office
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| First Family protecting, you don’t want to cross us
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| Boom!
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| Boom!
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| Boom!
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| Boom!
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| Lil' fella, respect your elders 'fore I fuck around and kill ya
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| Stay in ya your place, don’t fuck around with gorillas
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| You ain’t running with killers or pushing paraphernalia
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| Talking 'bout all the scrilla like you hustle with Griselda
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| You ain’t no cocaine cowboy, 4-pound on ya hip
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| With a on some shit, boy
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| So kill it, you know the name, Fame, this a sinister song
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| A yo, Bill Danze, finish him off
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| You’re way out of your league, this ain’t no miracle war
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| Ain’t nothing changed about M.O.P., we’ll send you to God
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| Extended clips will help you remember your flaws
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| Get hit with this hollow tip and you’ll forget that you’re hard
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| Your hardness is synthetic, street cred is pathetic
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| We couldn’t find a trace of gangster in your genetics
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| The next time you rap, it should be a true confession
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| You student on your job that seem to be missing a lesson |