| Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga
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| Word. |
| it’s like til death do us part
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| Dedicated
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| Peace nigga now we must part kid
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| Yeah, fuck it, whateva
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| We used to be tight, now it’s shoot on sight
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| Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night
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| Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight
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| but never lived the life?
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| Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep
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| Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece
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| You survived my attempt to homicide
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| Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side
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| This is how it’s goin down, ain’t no peace until you’re gone
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| Play around, with your life playa you won’t live long
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| Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn
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| That’s when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on
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| Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon
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| I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm
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| I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode
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| Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe
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| Plus that click you run with, I heard y’all niggaz rub dicks
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| Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit
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| Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through
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| Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new
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| That bullshit you pulled, you gon’pay too
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| You went bubblin blue, it’s dead on the avenue
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| I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house
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| So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out
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| Then you went the wrong route, that’s why I threw my dick
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| in your girl’s mouth
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| Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out
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| I’ll see you nigga!
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| Yeah, see you!
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| See you! |