| Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin
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| Tec nine’s the wet clothin
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| These niggas heard we mack moldin
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| It’s all gravy how I fuckin my eighties
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| No women, no babies, Versace niggas get crump crazy
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| You think I’m soft how I’m up in the loft
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| And gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my cock
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| And plus duck sauce and two Spanish bitches lickin it off
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| Nah, ain’t shit changed I’m still pickin you off
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| I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer
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| These niggas gay like the guard that was in «Sleepers»
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| Two ways without beepers
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| These little niggas more leapers
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| I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures
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| Shoot your whole face up and fucked up your features
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| Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over
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| And still fuck 'til I’m dead sober
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| I don’t care about your balls, your hood, or your weed
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| Fuck your whack ass thoughts I can throw some speed
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| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray the lord my soul to keep
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| If I should die before I wake
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| I pray the lord my soul to take (uh)
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| I desecrate the nations, gee I’m a sick individual
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| Jose Louis yo, Analog digital
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| Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my niggas run deep in your roots
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| Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look
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| Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book
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| Your more story, get up outta the club, it’s drunk NORE
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| Hands around my two Spanish bitches holdin my liquor
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| Across the street these niggas scopin me, hopin I slip
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| Like I ain’t on point, but what point is this
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| Do they know my fingers stay itchy, my whip do a buck sixty
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| Do a 360 donut, and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin faces
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| I dumped their bodies by the horse races bloody valore, a couple Nore faces
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| Yo keep hatin until you will see
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| More volts in your chest plate it’s hard to breathe
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| It go
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| Uh, ah
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| Hey yo this street life we live it
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| This thug life we live it
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| If you ain’t frontin, we live this shit
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| Hey yo this street life we live it
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| This thug shit we live it
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| Thugged out ain’t playin, we live this shit
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| Hey yo, hey yo, it’s Muze vinity chin tap your chin
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| Send a shot through your limb, think we ain’t gonna win
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| Stuff valar I know they way I’m livin ain’t right
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| But’s that’s life live and learn 'til I get my game tight
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| I came up a broken home, rolled wit chrome
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| Pops was never known on the block 'til my cheddar’s blown
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| Fiendin for the day I was on, fat beats since the day I was born
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| Too know he snatched me and my other half
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| Thugged out never gettin cash
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| No mom would put a foot in nigga’s ass, mash
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| Coast to coast wit the Cali most
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| Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin’s ghost
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| You bitch nigga, what
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| (*talking*)
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| Uh, Now I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray the lord my soul to keep
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| If I should die before I wake |