| When them other niggas jumped ship, we kept it Amistad
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| Still ended up in front a white judge, praying to God
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| I owe much, have nothing, leave the rest to the poor
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| Vegetation lush, Dutch Candy, New York Giants at the door
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| On some Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum your electric bill is quite the sum
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| Smile. |
| Light the blunt
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| Last moment in the spotlight, it’s only right you should stunt
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| Get bonded out, put up that brave front
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| Mom’s put up the house, so you know you can’t run
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| Cracks start to show, weeks turn to months
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| Lawyer says they want time, DA is a cunt
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| Reality won’t hit till you up in them bunks
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| With cats that’s gassed cause it’s Hamburger Helper for lunch
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| Face bashed, CO’s knuckles usually chuckle last
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| Mention the past, all you’ll get is a Woody Woodpecker laugh
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| Exchanging mary jane and bad words
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| Can’t believe this lame brain even had the nerve
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| Make me squeeze the flame
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| And leave ya name upon da curb
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| Another brother slain from his famous last words
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| The say that my wrath and my actions disturbed
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| Madness occurred but my past is a blur
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| Laught at the aftermath of accidents and worst
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| The first shall be last
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| And the last shall be first
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| Cursed
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| On the bubble
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| Think they cooking crack in ginger ale
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| These niggas gay rocking tight jeans and fingerwaves
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| They bring a knife to a gunfight
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| I bring grenades
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| Get on some Dnaiel Boone shit
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| And skin ya face
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| Hit ya man point blank range you catch a stray
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| A little ricochet may
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| Hit him click 'em lick 'em
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| Leave 'em leaking in the paint
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| I’m getting paid for slanging blades
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| Y’all Kind 'n Play and only call me monster
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| Cause you been afraid
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| Gatorade can’t quench this thirst
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| When you see ya family approach the bench it hurts
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| 'specially when they contradict your words
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| In the church bullets burst get your limbs disperesed
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| Listen jerk I anin’t no slave for prison work
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| Inject your earth but you the one there when she giving birth
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| Appartheid rhymes with no Mandela with de Klerk
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| I eat your face
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| I eat you food
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| And then I eat dessert
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| Word!
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| Exchanging mary jane and bad words
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| Can’t believe this lame brain even had the nerve
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| Make me squeeze the flame
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| And leave ya name upon da curb
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| Another brother slain from his famous last words
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| The say that my wrath and my actions disturbed
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| Madness occurred but my past is a blur
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| Laught at the aftermath of accidents and worst
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| The first shall be last
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| And the last shall be first
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| Cursed
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| I’ll settle for The Post, but ideally the Times
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| Tell 'em I said something, make sure it rhymes
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| Churchill with cigars, words to stiffen spines
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| Lists like Chirstmastime, you know I’m getting mines
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| Due dilligence means, your box is pine
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| Ground is soft, it’ll be fine, body’s going off
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| Brought a pound of quicklime, ounce of Strawberry Cough
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| That’s air feshner for the Jetta
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| Put a beggar on horseback, he’ll ride to hell
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| I ain’t pay twenty bones to hear you spit accapell
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| One is for the money, two is qui pro quo
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| Ripped the afterparty after he skipped the show
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| Force 'em to work together, hammer & sickle logo on the Polo
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| Ivory soap, Gold Medal Flour, desperate to blow
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| End up left for the crows
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| Mississippi Goddamn
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| Shoot coward, you are only going to kill a man
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| Exchanging mary jane and bad words
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| Can’t believe this lame brain even had the nerve
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| Make me squeeze the flame
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| And leave ya name upon da curb
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| Another brother slain from his famous last words
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| The say that my wrath and my actions disturbed
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| Madness occurred but my past is a blur
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| Laught at the aftermath of accidents and worst
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| The first shall be last
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| And the last shall be first
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| Cursed |