| Get ya mail boy
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| Natas… Forever
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| You see, everything around me
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| Rules, by the money
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| Man, I just think about the capers
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| How we do for the papers
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| Then later repent my sins with prayers
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| All wickedness
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| It’s forgiveness It’s
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| Kill or be killed
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| Best be skilled with ya business
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| Who moves the product wit the quickness
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| Who fit us
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| Who about to get the riches
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| Who real who fictious
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| I need to know right now
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| Wit all the cheap chumps
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| And petty punks
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| Step to the front of the crowd
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| And all the broke niggaz be quiet
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| Bitch this a carjack get out ya shit
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| And let me ride it
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| I’ll show you where all the money at
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| And all that and then some
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| Show you how to creep up
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| On the come up wit ya income
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| You need to know the players to fuck with
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| You need to learn the bitches that suck dick, nigga
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| You need to know the game
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| Or learn it quick
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| Cuz out here, yo luck ain’t shit, nigga
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| So many lives were lost for this
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| So I’m goin put it down
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| At all costs cuz if
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| A nigga get lost in the mist
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| He’ll be another victim of these streets
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| And can’t reap war benefits
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| Soliders in this war
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| We battle for nights
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| You can’t make a mil amore
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| If you never had it in sights
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| Let’s make a deal wit your life
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| I’m feeling ill I might
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| Do some dirt with my steel
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| And peel you off if the price is right
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| Just to let you know where my mind at
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| I’m gone
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| Never talk about the lik I hit on the phone
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| Snitches get the chrome to their face
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| Watch them shit and piss
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| You need to roll alone thru this wickedness, nigga
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| Set ya self up for drama
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| Ya fool living
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| I kick the game too tight
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| I see the future too vivid
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| I’ma jus |