| Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
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| And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran
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| And I never say never but I mean hardly ever
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| And if shootin’is the solution then you’re not that clever
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| If you don’t know shit then you still know better
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| Human life is so precious it could never be measured
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| Have you ever had a load of it cock back the heat
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| Poppin’on the next nigga while he walkin’up the street
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| Trigger off safety spacin an opportunity
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| These niggaz wanna waste me it ain’t nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
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| But he just posted up like he was waitin’on the bus
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| Now I’m all punked up with a steroid trigger
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| Cause most of y’all are easy just some paranoid niggaz
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| Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What’s the point of holdin’heat if you ain’t gon’shoot it Stupid (*echos*)
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| It was a late night sunset me and him out
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| Lookin’at the ladies to come up on some trim
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| Everybody wildin’out cause the summer’s about to end
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| He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand
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| Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit
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| That’s how we rolled on the scene
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| Two girls lookin’probably in they late teens
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| But these days you can’t tell but I figured what the hell
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| So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back
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| Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back
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| But they had this dark tag couldn’t see through the black
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| We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap
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| But I couldn’t roll out cause the strip was so packed
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| Now I’m lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin’hat
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| Start talkin’that bullshit like we was on some bullshit
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| My nigga used to bang but we ain’t know no thug shit
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| I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles
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| This nigga kept talkin’so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat
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| I put it in park jumped out to get his back
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| But as I did that, I heared two shots
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| I turned to my right and I see my dude drop
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| Time stopped, coudln’t believe what I seen
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| I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
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| I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
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| Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist
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| Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace
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| I remember his face but what I remember most
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| Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close
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| And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus
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| But he’s gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
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| It was a year to this day that my best friend died
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| For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
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| And I tried to pretend everything was fine
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| But my soul couldn’t rest until vengeance was mine
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| The day began with me standin’at his grave with his mother
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| His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers
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| We said a few words faces covered with tears
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| How we missed him so much and we wished he was here
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| Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone
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| And we said our goodbyes and they all went home
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| I thought I’d use this time for me and him to be alone
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| I broke out the Hen’poured a little out for him
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| Told him who was gettin’married, who had went to the pen
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| How the homie named his newborn son after him
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| But as the sun went down the talk came to an end
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| So I said a quick prayer. |
| amen
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| And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks
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| And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer
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| I asked him what he doin’he was way out of bound
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| That he had a freak that lived on that side of town
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| He always kept the heat just in case it went down
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| A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga-
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| Hey! |
| Is that that nigga that… hey give me the motherfucking gun
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| Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
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| I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp
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| I couldn’t dream of a better day for me to catch his ass
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| Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself
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| I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth
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| He started to breakin’stuff I said I didn’t want a dime
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| Remember what you was doin’last year at this time
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| He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise
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| When I split his face with the Glock right before he could reply
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| He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek
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| The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
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| It was a year to this day that my best friend died
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| For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
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| And I tried to pretend everything was fine
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| But my soul couldn’t rest until vengeance was mine
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| It was a year to this day that my best friend died
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| For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
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| And I thought that’s what I wanted until the problem was confronted
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| Now I’m haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn’t done it |