| Don’t nobody love me cause of 7 M-i-l-e
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| Got one million enemies, a uzi in my Pelle
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| Every nigga in the industry know they can’t say shit
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| Yo game is brand new, my shit is fuckin ancient
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| Paint cha picture when I hitcha getcha fitcha for the slitcha
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| My eyes bloodshot red, gone off liquor
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| Get me high than a muthafucka waitin on doomsday
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| I’m shuttin shit down like a Y2K
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| Keep a AK close, just in case I gotta toast
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| And have me a radio disc jock roast
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| Most muthafuckas know, automatic with the static
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| Bumpin Triple 6, my voodoo and black magic
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| It’s a tragic accident, my telekinesis is sent
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| To know the difference between the angel and a serpent
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| Wanna be a murder merchant, police keep illegal searchin
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| Caught with possession on ya person 'll have ya head hurtin
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| Screamin
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| Don’t nobody love me, but me, love me
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| Who loves ya baby?
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| Ain’t no l-o-v-e life tryna scold me
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| Pieces of my mind chopped like dime rocks from a whole key
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| I keep the world drunk ain’t no love for thee
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| Get yo ass out my face 'fore the shit get ugly
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| (Don't nobody love me)
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| Fuck me, Is God tryna kill me?
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| Must be
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| Five fingers can’t feel me, two hands can’t touch me
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| We outcha mind ahead of space and time, trust me
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| Who loves ya baby? |
| Who drives ya crazy?
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| Wanna spray me, even in stereo you couldn’t play me
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| Stormin, swarmin, wicket style spawnin
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| I’mma rock it till I die punk, in the mornin'
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| Acid, classic, melt ya down like plastic
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| I’mma son-of-a-bitch, my father was a bastard
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| I mastered the fast lane and then I went faster
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| And plus I’ll assassinate ya with my gun blaster
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| If you weigh me on a scale you’ll get a thousand grams
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| What’s the price of betrayal, push a V-12 thru hell, oh well |