| You ran your mouth so much that they ain’t fuck with you, nigga
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| Bout to knock you off, they had enough of you, nigga
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| So I stepped up, I was tough for you, nigga
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| But when you came up you did nothing for niggas
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| So I was forced to sell coke for a comfortable living
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| Young sport, mom’s porch, did nothing but killing
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| Pops had a few bands I thought that shit was a million
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| Now I’m 20 thousand fans at the Concord Pavilion
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| Damn, started sniffin' white, lean make you sleep your life away
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| Hunnid bands from a thousand grams in amicrowave
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| Niggas taking pictures with they cannons, but who life you save?
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| to the night shootin' dice in my Michael J’s
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| My AR made same sound motorcycles make
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| Remember stay far cause they link with our enemies
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| They don’t deserve the czar, but I give em tar anyways
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| Band for a brick, sipping barre with the friends I’ve made
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| Teenagers out there moving hard, but their rent is payed
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| Rich niggas use our murder game, I’m a renegade
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| Bitch niggas standin' on the stage don’t deserve the fame
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| I kill a nigga give me 30 grand and show me where to aim
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| European switchin lanes, promise shit ain’t been the same
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| They lock us all up in a cage, we lockin up with niggas gangs
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| Never go against the grain, it’s Wocky in my lemonade
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| Momma kicked me out, cause I ain’t wash the dishes when she say
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| It’s days that I forget to pray, «damn, I miss my nigga, blood»
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| The shit I didn’t get to say, show you how much you was loved
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| It’s nothin I wouldn’t do for bruh, who you slide or shoot for bruh?
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| We done did a few for bruh, you wasn’t even bool with bruh
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| You wasn’t there to hoop it up, killers used to scoop me up
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| Ask me how grades was then take me to cop some newki one’s
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| It’s mainey how you turned rat, we already knew you was
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| Knocked a bitch on IG and sent her, that’s computer love
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| Gotta show my shooters love, gotta thank the dude above
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| They drug my name through the mud, then asked for me to shoot em dub
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| Rootin for us in the slums, I knew that this is what I’d become
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| Put all of my ahkis on and now they stones rockied up
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| I don’t think I’m Pac or nothin, Thug Life embedded in me
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| I believe in karma, pray to God the suckas never get me
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| Touched my first 50, went and gave my momma 35
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| She was finna put up 60, told her I deserve the time
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| Took a seat in church, my family told me, it don’t hurt to try
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| It’s therapeutic for you baby, it don’t hurt to cry
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| I had to work for mines, mingle in the dirt and grind
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| I overcame my obstacles and struggles, I deserve to shine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M.I.P. Jacka , by - Mozzy. Song from the album 1 Up Top Ahk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп