| Yeah, Ha, Nappy 40 Akerz
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| you can do what you want, but life has choices do it or you don’t,
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| and I don’t give a damn a nigga will or he won’t and that’s how I feel 30 days
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| out
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| the month,
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| ten times out the year some where on the humble,
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| doing what I do probably business with your uncle,
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| back of the club and he counting up hundreds,
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| Nappy in the building and the came in bunches,
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| they so country they so concieous, I remember when we ate free lunches,
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| they were in the radio and I was in concerts, damn what happend
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| the same since profit
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| the niggas had a ball but somebody eles dropped it
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| happens every fall but you really can’t knock them,
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| had to play dead like a road kill possum,
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| three years later fucked around and got one.
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| Good days on the radio, damn
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| awesome, all I ever wanted was to get back to Boston
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| thought I had a lock fucked around and lost one,
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| what it cost to be a boss,
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| damn that shit cost him,
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| independent now them boys stay flossing
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| double burbon in the whole team often
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| right beside him, behind him they all dope
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| humming got a Cadilac all spokes.
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| My niggas stick to the facts, barley got clothes on your back, trying to make a
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| living
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| off of rap
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| you ain’t got stacks you ain’t throwing money like that.
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| My niggas stick to the facts, you ain’t really saved, you ain’t go to heaven
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| cause you
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| pray
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| you ain’t really brave you ain’t really ready for the grave.
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| My niggas stick to the facts, |