| -who the fuck is this?
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| -IT'S KINDA PARANOID MAC
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| -SHEIT, I BE SEEIN' SHIT
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| -who that is?
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| -THAT AIN’T EVEN THERE
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| The shots rang out
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| I went to the closet to get the thang out
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| Heavily armed, my intention was to blow the next brain out
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| I had it cocked before I got to the door
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| Who da, why da, and why the fuck they doin' this for
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| Them niggas spook me, I’m either trippin' or they tryna shoot me
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| I close my eyes and let the bullets fly loosely and unloaded
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| The front door exploded
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| The barrel started burning my hand and I couldn’t hold it
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| Still I reloaded, and got another round first
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| It seems like the whole incident was pre-rehearsed
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| The date in front of me had read 12/31
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| What i thought was gunshots was only loud fireworks
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| The screams got louder, the crowd got bigger
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| Somebody screamed,"Oh I think he killed that nigga"
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| I dropped the trigger, my heart beat, and my knees got excessively weak
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| Look I can feel this shit, yet I’m still hopen' I sleep
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| I seen his back full of holes and his blood was fresh
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| I could smell death creeping through his innocent flesh
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| I flipped him over, and feeled what I might soon discover
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| Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother
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| They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
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| They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
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| But I ain’t paranoid
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| On Clearview, I took a look through the rear-view
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| It was some niggas that my homie fear knew
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| But I wasn’t cool with 'em, as matter fact I didn’t fool with 'em
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| I speed it up, they either followin' Mac, or they just weeded
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| I took a left, and they follow
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| I told my brother get the hollows, these niggas probably got a problo
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| I’m way across town, some unknown ground
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| Paranoid, me and my dawg, we duckin' through the Southern Falls
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| Spooked out
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| Them niggas 6 deep in the Land Rover Jeep creepin'
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| They fuckin' up my weekend, I started cussin' like a Puerto Rican
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| I’m headed back to the N.O. |
| comin' from B. R
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| I just done did me a show
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| Them niggas know I probably got the dough so
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| They figure they can just fake me, and dump me off in yo
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| Bitch is u crazy?
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| I stepped on the gas, but they crept on they ass
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| This shit is happenin' fast
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| My brother blast at the clouds through the sun-roof
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| A innocent bird dropped
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| But that was just tah let the niggas know we had the Glock
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| But they didn’t stop
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| I seen the Superdome, I’m almost home
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| I told my brother to give me the cellphone to call my niggas
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| We bein' chased by these unfamiliars
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| They probably tryna kill us
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| I can’t shake 'em, I might just have tah break 'em
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| They told me not tah sweat it, cuz they was retracedid
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| If you 'bout bein' harder than harder
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| Then we got them thangs so sweat it
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| I felt relieved as I turned on Generaltila
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| I saw my niggas pop out a store in a black Impala
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| So I popped to, then I jumped out
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| I opened up the trunk and got the funk out
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| And I told them niggas jump out
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| They opened up the doors slowly, raised they hands
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| They say they follow me cuz they was Mac’s number one fans
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| And all they wanted was some autographs, I dropped the gat
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| And started laugh, but why you muthafuckas went the stalker path?
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| You got a nigga paranoid
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| And I’m slippin', and I’m trippin', and I’m dippin'
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| Fuck |