| Nigga get here at your mother’s house
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| I’ll be under the building
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| Catching you when you’re walking out
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| The complex got the word, is the word of mouth
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| Killers everywhere, they got to burn us out
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| You braggin' about some fights
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| You ain’t fought yet
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| Young man you’re a sin
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| How Friends turn you in an enemy, company, misery
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| Sell you out for a half a brick
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| Get you here in the crib while you take a shit
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| See, I’ve told them where you’d be
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| I even told them where you’re parking your V
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| Now you can’t move like you want
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| Got move out the back cause the in the front
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| But that’s the war that you ask for
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| I’m pretty sure that is more than you act for
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| Even the bitch used to get money
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| See you rap, hear rap
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| Even the bitch used to get money
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| See you rap, hear rap
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| Now you can’t go
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| And everywhere you go, you gonna need protection
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| You snitches have your own section
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| You had 20 years
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| You didn’t won
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| That ain’t a blessing
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| Ain’t nobody buying
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| But everybody selling
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| The French watchin'
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| And everybody tellin'
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| That’s why I changed my numbers for the whole winter
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| These rats got to die
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| Master swinger
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| I told them that they’re dead to me
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| I give them the recipe
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| Throw yourself, throw yourself
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| That’s what I pray for
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| Pullin' away the drive-away
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| I follow the
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| Even the bitch used to get money with em
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| See you rap, hear rap
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| Even the bitch used to get money with em
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| Fax, go catch the snitch
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| See you rap, hear rap |