| I’m on the couch with my arms racing the breaks
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| Sipping Malibu, watching Al Pacino’s Scarface
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| Tell 'em, Tony, when all of the sudden the whole shit just thrown on me
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| I been through everything you ever thought about
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| In the drug game no doubt, in and out a few shoot-outs
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| Yeah, I’ve been shot before, you alls blowing down the door
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| This kid try to hit me up with a .44
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| Something ain’t right, yo, shit is shady
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| Doctor pulling bullets from my body, look like slugs from a 380
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| For a minute I thought I was dead
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| I head my cousin Buddha say they tried to move, accuse ahead
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| They had to be the kids from up the block
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| Heard I was making moves out of state
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| They heard I had a little cake
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| You see, they strike it, they fucked up thinking I’m dead
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| I took the bullets to the body in the lower leg
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| They done said, them kids about to get wetted
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| It’s gonna be a whole lot of bodies popping up dead
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| Like I said, my body’s on the couch doing some healing
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| Niggas on the block dropping dimes and squealing
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| I’m on the phone with my cousin the guard back, kill what you had to say
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| Now it’s gonna be repercussions and retaliations
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| But first I gotta go on vacation
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| I gotta get my revenge
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| Niggas is shisty, watch who’s your peeps
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| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep
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| Real niggas do real things and shisty ones a dick
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| And real niggas always win
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| Please lay back, I’m all better, cock the Berretta
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| Show 'em what I mean, get these streets sweeping, time to clean
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| Six deep in the cave five with the windows tinted
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| Six more to get strapped with Macs and techs in the Tourist rented
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| Yo, snatch that punk and put his bitch ass in the trunk
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| We gonna take 'em to the hideout, these blindfolded, mouth filled with duct tape
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| Take the razor to his face
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| Now he’s screaming, 'I wanna die, I wanna die'
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| Yo, shut the fuck up before I stab your ass in the eye
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| You’re not gonna die yet, I need some information
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| 'Cause I think your infiltration is coming from that kid, Jason
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| He was somebody I was fucking with back in '88
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| Doing drug cakes, getting paid, but now I’m straight
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| He was messing with five percent of the justice
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| Kid was shisty, just couldn’t trust him
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| I had to step into my own thing, I year later got my own ring
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| Yeah, I’m my own king
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| So no wonder his crew members under my possession
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| Before I kill you, I want a confession
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| I gotta get my revenge
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| Niggas is shisty, watch who’s your peeps
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| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep
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| Real niggas do real things and shisty ones a dick
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| And real niggas always win
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| I gotta get my revenge
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| Niggas is shisty, watch who’s your peeps
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| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep
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| Real niggas do real things and shisty ones a dick
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| And real niggas always win
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| Double brew with the mansion and the yacht
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| A50 land cruiser and now the town was on lock
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| Jason was getting gel, he heard you was getting mad
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| Shut the fuck up, this is what you gonna do
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| You gonna go by Jason’s about 8 o’clock
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| Tell him, yo, J, we fucked up
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| What you gonna say? |
| 'Yo, J, we fucked up'
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| Meanwhile me and J in the city, all in the semis like mobsters
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| Sipping Perignon and eating lobsters
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| But what J never knew, I came with 50 kids from my crew
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| And he came with about two
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| So as we kick the willy boat, he keeps a peep, says it’s a call from home
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| He goes the steps to the phone
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| He comes back to the table looking all distraught and puzzled
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| I guess he realizes it’s gonna be some trouble
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| Yo, Artie Boo, lock the door, this shit is closing
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| Nobody leaving till I get this beef shit here even
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| Not this is realest situation, gets funny
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| He starts telling me where his stash at and all of his money
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| I don’t want your stash, I want your ass, that’s why I cut you from getting cash
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| His shisty ass won’t last, enough talking, we out of here
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| Yo, yo, Q, the vehicle is parked in the rear
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| Slide through the back, jump in the five, wag BBS and Pirelli’s
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| Caught a body, filled my belly, now I hit the telly
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| Now overall you can see, it didn’t have to be the jealousy and envy
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| Made him shisty
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| Now I got my revenge, sorry, my friend this is where the story has to end
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| Gotta get my revenge |