| Either you run wears or get ran the fuck down
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| It’s that simple!
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| Either you gunnin with us or get gunned the fuck down
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| It’s that simple!
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| So if you comin nigga then come the fuck now
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| C’mon, come
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| Come the fuck now
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| C’mon, come
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| Or get gunned the fuck down
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| It’s that simple!
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| Gimme a minute and I’m at it again
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| Forever rockin forever poppin!!!
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| Criminal men with intention to win
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| M.O. |
| Y’all know my pedigree
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| I fire raps, I fire gats
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| My em-pire fire back
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| Mad at me I holds it down for Brownsville Academy
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| Get the (militant thugs) I be the gangsta ass I gotta be
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| The ground is filled with chalk (chalk!)
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| And the sky is always dark (dark!)
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| And your everyday street smarts, give you a deep thought
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| To reach his death be houndin me
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| Soldiers that’s surroundin me
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| And cobras that fill in pounds, with rounds for downin me
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| On this rugged-ass, blacktop, black Glocks is issued
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| Around bodies crack spots, will pop shots and lift you
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| Where the YG’z and the OG’z get the same under they belt
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| Where the same hand was dealt (dealt!)
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| The same pain was felt (felt!)
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| The game ain’t change itself (uh-uh) only the players
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| The 'Ville still roll, in rolls, waves and layers
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| I never forgot how to erase 'em
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| We raise 'em for the occasion
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| Hug the hammer like a child and pop it in confrontation
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| Ain’t +No Limit+ to these streets, C-Murder style
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| We chalk 'em, get it gully when it get u-gly
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| Baby bubble we spark 'em
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| It’s the Hilltop marksmen, back block enforcement
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| BK militant thugs, ever since tossin
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| Cause life is a one-way street, with a lot of signs
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| And I got to grind
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| So I learned 'em like the alphabets and I mastered it
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| The twenty-five and older, consider yo’self a graduate
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| Ignorant minds, is in the kind of that’s in
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| (Cause) you know (you know) the phrase (the phrase)
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| Two wrongs (what) don’t make a right
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| Cause it only take one time to fuck up and lose yo' life
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| See I done got those when they bucked those, ready or not
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| You better be ready or it gon' be trumpets at yo' burial spot
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| And I’ll be (posted up) on the outside lookin in
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| Because them outlaws is in your in-laws
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| Better stand up and defend yours
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| It’s that simple
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| C’mon, c’mon, it’s that simple
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| It’s that simple |