| You gonna need a whole lot more manpower
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| It takes a nation of millions to budge Plan cowards
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| My fort built for that fourth court drill ill
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| Cardiovascular vernacular skill
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| As I dip into the Acura my stance on tilt
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| Gotta watch who’s in back of us, they yak got filled
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| And the whiskey from the Crown got me tipsy outta town
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| But I gotta be alert; |
| cops hit you when you down, clowns
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| I ain’t tryna be Amadou Diallo
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| Or Oscar Grant I’d rather dance with the hollow
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| And strike first that’s how much the mic’s worth
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| With a slight urge I might enlighten the nice word
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| Tight verbs are righteous polite swerve
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| Put my temper to the cinder, colder than icebergs
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| And my nerves is shot, I don’t deserve this spot
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| I’m about to pass the torch to who’s first on the block
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| Now your turf get hot and now you stumbling nervous
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| Eyes red cause you trapped inside a dungeon with serpents
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| Every inch of my teeth clench, I’m hungry
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| Nothing satisfies my hunger like more money
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| Rock-a-bye to the world, have a nice dream
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| When the lights go out you hear the pipes scream
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| The sirens, the melody of these colds streets
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| My heart pumps adrenaline so I don’t sleep
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| Hold heat if the shit decides to hit the fan
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| And if it really happens then ima hit up Plan
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| Put my chips on the table going all in
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| Ride out for my family and close friends
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| Gotta watch those praying on my downfall
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| Those who like to send shots, I’ma outdraw
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| Something bound to happen, I’m patiently waiting
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| Nightmares become reality, bad situation
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| We celebrate life, special occasion
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| Solid foundation, a new day seems so amazing
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| Death angel wanna take you for a long ride
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| And if he ever comes holla man I won’t hide
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| So I, live life like it’s my last day
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| Know why, I’ve been lost inside my cash tray
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| So high, dazed and confused, I feel I can’t pray
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| Not knowing what the future holds, maybe I can’t stay |