| If my death is anything like my life
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| Then I’mma die like a G
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| Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
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| I don’t live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
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| Nigga what! |
| Hit you up with the Mack
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| Nigga what! |
| You ain’t fuckin' with Pap
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| Sendin' shots at me, I’m bustin 'em back
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| So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap
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| Ayo my bond is my life, my word is my bond
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| You pull the 2−5, I’mma pull the FoFo long
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| Niggas can’t stop my reign, my buzz too strong
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| I was here when you came, I’ll be here when you gone
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| Keep talkin' like you tough when you’re singin' ya song
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| I blow ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on
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| Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn
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| That’s why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn'
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| When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue
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| The killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl
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| Baby mom say she gon' send him where he belong
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| Call the cops that’s what happens when the woman is scorned
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| At the end of most arguments somebody get warned
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| Always gotta be right, just admit when you wrong
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| Say you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes
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| But you just bop through the hood and blow your horn
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| If my death is anything like my life
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| Then I’mma die like a G
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| Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
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| I don’t live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
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| Nigga what! |
| Hit you up with the Mack
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| Nigga what! |
| You ain’t fuckin' with Pap
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| Sendin' shots at me, I’m bustin 'em back
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| So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap
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| Feel like I’m Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane
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| My homies wild like the animals we all bang
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| Lookin' for this coward cause he owe me some small change
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| Heard he in the gambling spot
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| How you gon' gamble while you owe me homie?
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| I ran up in the card game with that long thing
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| I’m puttin' dots on they heads while they playing poker
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| I ain’t playin' with ya’ll lames
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| Man I gave them niggas poker (polka) dots like Charmane
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| Sayin' they killers, man when they gon' start killin'
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| When blood starts spillin' ya’ll start sayin' ya’ll chillin'
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| Let them outta town niggas catch ya’ll slippin'
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| Pump work on the block, took food outta ya’ll kitchen
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| Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of ya’ll women
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| You runnin' round talkin' bout you ain’t got no hard feelings
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| You ain’t got no hard feelings cause you’re really a broad
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| This nigga soft, I don’t feel him if his feelings ain’t hard
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| If my death is anything like my life
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| Then I’mma die like a G
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| Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
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| I don’t live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
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| Nigga what! |
| Hit you up with the Mack
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| Nigga what! |
| You ain’t fuckin' with Pap
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| Sendin' shots at me, I’m bustin 'em back
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| So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap
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| Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die
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| Take you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry
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| Kill you piranhas at at the blink of an eye
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| But I ain’t thinkin' bout you I got some bigger fish to fry
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| Cause when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit 'em
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| The family always wanna blame the person who with 'em
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| So if you was with your homie and ya’ll got hit up
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| And he ain’t make it and you make it then you better grip up
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| Now it’s more homicide, more bloodshed
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| Cause all they really wanna know is why you ain’t dead
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| A nigga follow my whip I ain’t gon' scream and shout
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| I’mma lead 'em to his death, that’s what I’m about
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| Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt
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| These niggas followin' the whip, they must think I’m a slouch
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| I’mma ride through the block, by the club house
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| When you see the car behind me, air that shit out
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| If my death is anything like my life
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| Then I’mma die like a G
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| Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
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| I don’t live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
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| Nigga what! |
| Hit you up with the Mack
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| Nigga what! |
| You ain’t fuckin' with Pap
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| Sendin' shots at me, I’m bustin 'em back
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| So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap |