| Blood pulsatin, adrenaline flowin
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| Full moon at night, on the stoop gettin right
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| I’ll never forget the day before
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| Son told me to tuck my ice in cause niggas was triflin
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| We did what he said but the habit in me
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| Was to show it off, I still let my chain swang free
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| Not really thinkin 'bout a set up, or even gettin wet up
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| That summer night from such advice
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| So I proceed to parlay, like I do in BK
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| But this wasn’t home, and niggas shoulda known
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| To stay on point, niggas shoulda been on point
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| And the price paid was lookin down the barrel of a joint
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| We was dead meat, and them niggas was wolves
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| But they didn’t want our flesh, dem niggas wanted the jewels
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| It happened so quick, no time to get afraid
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| First instinct was to run like a slave
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| Me and Schoolly Boy was boxed in
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| My man Hugh’s a few feet away, with a pound at his face
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| I looked, son in his eyes cause I know how he is
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| While the other faggot nigga had the gun in my ribs
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| I thought — fuck, shit 'bout to get buckwild
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| Popped off my chain, threw it with a Coke and a smile
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| Thinkin leave already, but them niggas wasn’t done
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| They went in our pockets for change, numbers and bubblegum
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| Now — how low can a lowlife get, askin what size are my kicks?
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| Like I’mma say 8 and shit
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| To myself I was sayin I’mma MURDER this kid
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| But thank the Lord they didn’t peel back my wig
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| The jux wasn’t longer than a minute to Mush
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| Then them niggas tried to tell us, do the Carl Lewis
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| No backshots buddy, I began to walk backwards
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| And bust my ass, it all happened so fast
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| He thought I was shot, starin at me in shock
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| Turned around, them niggas was gone, vanished up the block
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| There was no escapin what not
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| With toasters in your face, maintain and respect the drop
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| Word up
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| You hear that? |