| Told y’all I was gon' let them niggas run that beef shit til I get tired of it
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| Then I’mma put them motherfuckers to sleep — you got them extra heaters nigga?
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| Let’s go ride
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| Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to ride with me
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| Yo who the fuck, that is, down to die with me
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| I’m feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock
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| I ain’t even runnin, here comes the cops
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| I got my soldier gear on, and I’m motherfuckin ready
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| You Nightmare on Elm Street, you Jason and I’m Freddy
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| We got a job to do, then it’s a motherfuckin lick
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| Fifty G’s on his ass, then it’s a motherfuckin split
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| Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted
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| And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies
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| Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt
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| Don’t make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
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| I’m from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
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| And we don’t give a fuck cause we all toss broads
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| Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch
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| But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick
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| Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don’t shine
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| But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
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| By these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggas I sang with
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| We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit
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| A maniac killer, I’m the nigga quick to rip it up
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| So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck
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| I’m from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born
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| Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone
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| Or he gone like that, I’m tragic on your street
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| I got what it take to get the Glock that knock you off your fuckin feet
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| I be the terror in the dark just like a thief
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| Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh
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| T-E-C N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem
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| I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can’t dodge em
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| Like a mirage I’m the nigga you think you be seein
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| I’m leavin em stinkin I’m leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin
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| You don’t where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass
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| And blast, gimme the mic, I’mma show you what I mean froggy fat
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| But clean as a mouth full of Listerine
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| Unseen supreme the king, indisputable
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| Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable
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| My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I’ll murder you |