| C’mon, yeah yo, it’s all about the murders and the killings
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| Bitches they catch feelings, niggas mixin'
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| Business with pleasure won’t measure, will it?
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| Summer’s my home skillet, just came home from penet'
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| I tried to look out for him, now I can’t fuck with him
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| He had distorted vision, thought I ain’t deserve this
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| How he the streets, and I ain’t put no work in
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| Nigga I ain’t lock you and take all your years
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| You the nigga that was careless, get the fuck out of here
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| Yeah, blood, sweat, and tears, every buck I made
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| I ain’t complain when you was hustlin' and I leave paid
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| Yeah I’m up, boilin' blood to see me bust
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| Even worse they ask for help, like I’m the Red Cross
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| I don’t knock niggas when they down, I try to lift 'em
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| But they tried to get all in my shoes, like they could fit 'em
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| Can’t happen overnight, when it comes to winnin' (Naw)
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| It’s a ten year road, but niggas ain’t tryin' to hear it
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| Orders that we makin', they be takin' too easy
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| Niggas can’t get any money cause they palms so greasy
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| Don’t know how they survivin' though, they wish they could be
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| Niggas better watch they mouth, or stop speakin' so freely
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| You listenin' to the world’s most Infamous
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| This is different than what you used to
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| Them other niggas, they ain’t killin' it
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| We come through militant, niggas be grillin' it
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| Screwin' up they face, but my adrenaline
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| Is at a maximum, I can’t be touched
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| Just as soon niggas move, niggas get tore up
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| We so confidant in ourselves, it’s not fair
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| While you still tryin' to overcome your childhood fears
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| We settin' up shop, takin' over the blocks
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| In e’ry hood, e’ry boy, and e’ry girl gon' cop
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| Now we chillin' in, new airplanes and Rolls Royces
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| My watch is my president — and guess who’s the first lady?
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| Yeah, my big fat princess cut
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| She a little overweight, but I love her so much
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| So charged up right now, you niggas better stop
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| If I squeeze we gon' breeze to the top of the charts |