| Quick question…
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| You ever felt like the realest nigga alive?
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| Felt too pretty or powerful to die?
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| Tell the truth…
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| You ever felt ugly enough to cry?
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| Have you ever begged for mercy?
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| Have you ever wished you died?
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| Tell the truth…
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| Have you ever taken pride in the crime?
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| Been too hungry to break down or hide?
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| Felt low down dirty? |
| Or super duper high?
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| Or contemplated murder, robbery, or suicide?
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| Tell the truth…
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| Taken medicine for trouble in your mind?
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| Or taken down a number? |
| For taking up a scheme?
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| I made her wild, beautiful take her 'til she skeet?
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| Take her to the penthouse or take her to the skreet?
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| Tell the Truth…
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| So the waterman he take it to the beat
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| And I take it to the 'mic
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| So we takin' what we like
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| Take it to your neck
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| We gon' take it to the bank
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| Triple X, Killa K
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| Black we take it to your face
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| Like, G…"BANK BANK"
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| Gangsta, birth sign is danger
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| It’s like thug is the drug
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| That make 'em fall in love
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| When love don’t love nobody
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| BANK, BANK
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| Gangsta, star sign is danger
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| It’s like thug is the drug
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| Ready rock, steady pump
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| Man they leanin' and they fiendin'
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| Cuz they can’t get enough…
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| The Dee-Jay play this song in the dance
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| And every buggy on the block got the tune on blast
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| The TV is like the radio with visuals too
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| So shiny, so gutter, mean moody and cool
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| Tell the truth…
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| They might be doing things that you wanna' do
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| You fantasize as they be living it through
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| The big home with the beautiful view
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| You have a swim in the pool, and get fresh
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| And take a spin in the coupe
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| Tell the truth…
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| You probably want to feel the world in your palm
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| While hold a gun in your hand
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| And make 'em know you a star
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| Tell the truth…
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| And there’s those who probably already are
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| They well known in they zone
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| Or they town or they block
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| Tell the truth…
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| Then there’s the rest who are usually not
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| And the heavy dose of thug feel like all that they got
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| So they ready to rock… R-r-rock…
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| Ha, ha, heh
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| Gangsta, birth sign is danger
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| It’s like thug is the drug
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| That make 'em fall in love
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| When love don’t love nobody
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| Gangsta, star sign is danger
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| It’s like thug is the drug
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| Ready rock, steady pump
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| Man they leanin' and they fiendin'
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| Cuz they can’t get enough… |