| People want to buy their insanity
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| They don’t want the truth
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| They want fear, they want violence
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| They want sex and drugs and guns
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| They want that, that’s what they want
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| That’s the part of me that they, that they hate
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| I’m just gonna fuck and kill and party until it’s over
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| The world is coming to an end
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| Fifteen, hammer tucked in this Levi denim
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| Stolen whip, these mean streets bleed venom
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| Broken home, no foundation, he’s pretending
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| Life is good, he don’t seem too threatened
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| Popping pills, smoking weed, just to ease his mind
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| Lost soul, all he ever sees is crime
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| Will he ever change? |
| We will see in time
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| Run up the wrong way, you will see that nine
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| Money come money go that’s the way he walk
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| He just know what he know and he crazy sharp
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| He stand alone, don’t need anybody
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| Loves drama, mayhem, he aim with the
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| Billy the kid, young gun, he’s a gladiator
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| Ain’t afraid of anyone, you can pass the hater
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| Punks jump up just to get a beatdown
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| Box game crazy and he pull the heat now
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| Sex and violence, criminal minded
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| You either out to get rich or you die trying
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| Horrifying, death defying
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| Strictly business, you just shining
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| Sex and violence, criminal minded
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| You either out to get rich or you die trying
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| Horrifying, death defying
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| Strictly business, who can try him?
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| Just turned 21, plenty guns in the van now
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| Two kids though, nigga gotta be a man now
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| He needs rice in the cabinets, pipe down his arrogance
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| Nigga need to chill with all that gangsta shit
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| But his brain been deranged for some years though
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| The more niggas sniff shit the more he let his beard grow
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| Still fascinated by material objects
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| Still got that little ass room in the projects
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| He caught a body in south west and everybody know
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| But ain’t nobody run they mouth yet
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| Still splurging, still irking the cops
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| Done tattooed his face and put work on his block
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| Sending threats through texts knowing that his phone’s tapped
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| On some fuck-the-world-shit now his wife sit at home strapped
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| Praying they can see another day
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| Just got his passport, cause he knows the feds is on they way
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| Sex and violence, criminal minded
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| You either out to get rich or you die trying
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| Horrifying, death defying
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| Strictly business, you just shining
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| Sex and violence, criminal minded
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| You either out to get rich or you die trying
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| Horrifying, death defying
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| Strictly business, who can try him?
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| Life in the box results from a life of crime
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| He can’t shake indictment, it all came in time
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| Federal charges, state wanna pick him up
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| Haters on the inside all want to stitch him up
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| Co-d's always changing up stories
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| Pointing they fingers, what happened to the loyalty?
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| King of the streets, what happened to the royalty?
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| Distraught father, not knowing what his boys gon eat
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| Wifey left him, she ain’t no ride or die chick
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| She chasing all them niggas with that fly shit
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| Ducking faggots while he’s trapped in a steel cage
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| Tryna get in where he fits but he feels afraid
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| Claustrophobic, no mail, mind filled with rage
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| Tryin' to get his hands on a couple pills and pray
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| But when the lights go out and at the end of day
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| He asking God «Why it gotta be this way?»
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| Sex and violence, criminal minded
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| You either out to get rich or you die trying
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| Horrifying, death defying
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| Strictly business, you just shining
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| Sex and violence, criminal minded
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| You either out to get rich or you die trying
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| Horrifying, death defying
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| Strictly business, who can try him? |