| Some say the 'cause niggas get skunked out
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| Cowards we buck 'em down shoot the chooper in the ground
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| Muggin' with evil frown got heat nigga what’s up now
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| Let off a hundred rounds guaranteed to shut your mouth
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| Some say we need to be locked up in penitentaries
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| I say kill off police and district attorneys
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| Public offenders too, they all be in cahoots
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| Cut them from ear to ear let 'em die in plug poos
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| Must not forget the judge so long I helped his grudge
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| With a rusty box cutter cut off his nuts
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| Though they might call us nuts I do not give a fuck
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| I hit that po’po' once then come mista monsta dump
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| To all the black police: I want to see you bleed
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| Nigga ya still a nigga that’s on the wrong team
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| Sometime I hate the world want to kill up everythang
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| Maybe it’s hallucinagenics fuckin' with my mind frame
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| The question’s in head tellin' me don’t trust my friends
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| Don’t crush my cans so in my ruger I can
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| But then again what if this motha fucka jammed
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| Then I fall and will the lord know who I am?
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| Probably not because I’m livin' life by the fault
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| So off hellfire I blaze the blunt with me or against me
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| Ugh
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| My bitch don’t understand she think it’s just a phase
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| I hear her cry at night hopin' that one day I change
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| Can’t tell her that I love her when I lust the game
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| Tryin' to keep my composure but yet I’m untamed
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| Listen I hear the streets call my name
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| The same way they called my father in his day and that nigga came
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| It’s tradition, though my mama raised me as a Christian
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| I still with devilish intentions
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| Poppin' but didn’t nobody listen
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| On my way six feet under the ground or up in state prison
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| If so then in my book let it be written
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| A youngster did his fuckin' thang without pretendin'
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| Preacher think I’m cursed because I seldom go to church
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| I went through five-hundred boys doin' major dirt
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| Grandmama say the other night she had a dream
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| That I was laid off in a coffin after faulty scene
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| Looked at me said look baby you know what that mean?
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| That you can catch death tryin' to chase after green
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| And everybody ain’t your partner so
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| 'cause fools will leave your ass for dead and don’t trip
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| Am I crazy? |
| Tell me am I really insane?
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| Is it strange 'cause I feel the pain corruptin' my brain?
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| I need a head shrink because I’m startin' to think
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| I’ll turn the barrel on myself and take a long sleep
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| Baptised by my heat, take my own self out the game then maybe then I can rest
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| in peace
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| Fuck fools that want to see my on my back
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| With my mama cryin' over me dressed in all black
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| I’m drinkin' conyak poppin' hella prozak
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| It’s harder everyday to keep my sanity intact
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| I’m takin' ritlan smokin' on that rope again
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| All type of mani shit that try to calm the beast within
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| I think I need to pray maybe that' do some good
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| Do God got some time for niggas in the hood?
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| Cain’t win for losin' who the hell do I think I’m foolin'?
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| Voices in my dome I think I start to listen to 'em
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| Tellin' me to pull the trigger fool don’t be no punk
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| And I ain’t no punk so I blast I don’t give no fuck |