| Daddy was a gangsta who raised me
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| Momma was a lady who raised me
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| Forever, a true thing forever, kissing dead triggers
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| Born to die quicker see me pull my nine ticker
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| Remember me, now tell me what you sell me
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| I pistol diaper running wild a ghetto child
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| With aim, to slang weed and cane
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| Never knew my place in life until daddy put me in the game
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| He said, son make our name famous
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| Can’t let these bitches bang with us
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| Let alone find the love to die with us
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| With tears in her eyes and god on her side
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| Momma said a prayer for us
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| She saw the turn I took, but none shook
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| To look a murder in my eyes find a ten for my first ride
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| The same day my daddy died
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| Now I’m in the hole for shanking, thinking suicide
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| Until a voice from the grave said son, you gots to ride
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| Stand tall and when they let you free fuck a bitch for me
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Thuggin got your baby
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Murder got your baby
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Dope slanging got your baby
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Armed robbery
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| Momma look at your baby boy, josing No Limit lookin
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| Surrounded by killers and dealers, sharing a little boasting
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| No one approaching, it’s survival cause you heard us a rival
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| Street, probably murder one hand, look the man for the dollar
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| Couldn’t holler, wanted power
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| Fiend working dirt like a trucker, bad motherfucker
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| No living this, get back to my mother
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| Moving hubbers cause I’m a surburban lover
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| That’s on my stash, put it on my best peice of ass
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| Forever have cash
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| Lord help me surpass the low of dirt and grimy
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| Please remind me
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| It’s all mental when the killers if they find me
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| Will never counted for dangerous for strangers
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| With no questions
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| Let my anger drop a nigga for playing, thats more lessons
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| Stepping high, still got my pride, brother done died
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| I pull a minute then get back in it
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| Cause I dont let shit slide
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| Even though my momma cried when my better half got killed
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| Cause in me she got a fortress being built
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Gang banging got your baby
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Manslaughter got your baby
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Rape got your baby
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| Daddy was a gangsta momma was a lady who raised me
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| Car jacking
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| Bitches forgive me not, I die for my block
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| Represent my block, I can’t stop
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| Set tripping gang signs
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| Blood and crippin (blood and crippin)
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| All day, sit with tears holding, familia
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| For years
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| Momma, feel my release am I your baby
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| Fifty pounds big, time got me crazy
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| Daily shake for punks with no game
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| The level niggas yell my name
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| Steady slang, don’t let em see ya
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| Vazquez from south Florida dropping these bricks
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| For naked flips, no more handle this
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| She got two kids, I’m an uncle
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| Niggas used to fight now they bang that’s why I live
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| Give my family addicted prayers, childhood homies gotta stare
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| Hoes know I’m back jailhouse love cheddar
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| From front to back slack with my
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| Loot I might shake before I shoot
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| World, sacrafice my gangsta son, daddy’s gone now
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| I’m bout a none
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| So to some, I gotta hold my fuckin arm too
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| So in this world if they see me, I hit a stone
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| Then let me die, love dead and gone
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| Yeah, this goes out to all them niggas locked down
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| Magnolia Slim!
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| Keep your motherfucking head up
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| It don’t matter
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| You either gonna see that other side or you gonna see freedom
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| My nigga L off the parkway, my nigga D
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| Worldwide
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| Daddy was a gangsta
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| Momma was a lady who raised me
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| Daddy was a gangsta who raised me
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| Momma was a lady who raised me
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| Daddy was a gangsta who raised me
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| Momma was a lady who raised me
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| Daddy was a gangsta who raised me
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| Momma was a lady who raised me
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| Who raised me, who raised me, who raised me
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| This fucked up society, that’s why
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| For momma, keep your head up
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| Daddy, look down. |
| Cause your little nigga coming up
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| That’s who raised me motherfucker
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| No Limit for life nigga
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| Mr. S-E-R-V to you motherfuckers
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| Peace |