| I can’t get caught slippin'
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| I can’t get knocked down (no noo)
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| I got to much to lose
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| The only thing I got to lose is my child
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| That’s why I keep me a shooter, a few shooters around me
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| I keep me a shooter, it’s a few shooters around me
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| Pain don’t ever go away
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| Spent a whole day just praying for better days
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| Cook him well done for tryna fade
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| Momma was disappointed in my grades, but hey
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| They should’ve held a nigga back 11th grade
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| Every time a sucka died we celebrate ¶de
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| Nigga I don’t go no where without my thang
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| Doing a buck twenty in the car pool lane
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| Black on black crime taking place
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| Yik his face heavyweight, how am I to blame
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| We lost prayer shit’ll never be the same
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| Fuck the institution I ain’t tryna see them chains
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| I can’t get caught slippin'
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| I can’t get knocked down (no noo)
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| I got to much to lose
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| The only thing I got to lose is my child
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| That’s why I keep me a shooter, a few shooters around me
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| I keep me a shooter, it’s a few shooters around me
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| Funkin with them suckas we be goin at it
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| Niggas keep it copacetic when they know it’s static
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| Administrator of the game you know what’s hannin
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| Microphone secondary when it comes to ratchet
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| Encourage you to fall back you ain’t really active
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| Merchandize in the air hit me when you get the package
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| Shooting squad blappin for me &I love them for it
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| Took a couple bullets for me then recovered from it
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| Still thuggin fuck em if they ain’t feeling me
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| Ain’t no room for no peace or tranquility
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| The nect pluggin niggas heads like auxiliary
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| Taxes get deducted every time I be dealing with him
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| Started from the bottom now we here ma
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| I hadda take chances to get here ma
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| Before I snitch I’ll do 100 years ma
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| Don’t shed a tear for me I ain’t happy here ma
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| I can’t get caught slippin'
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| I can’t get knocked down (no noo)
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| I got to much to lose
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| The only thing I got to lose is my child
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| That’s why I keep me a shooter, a few shooters around me
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| I keep me a shooter, it’s a few shooters around me
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| I can’t get caught slippin'
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| I can’t get knocked down (no noo)
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| I got to much to lose
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| The only thing I got to lose is my child |