| I gotta watch what I say cause the feds listening
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| They say they got me on tape playing with them chickens
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| They say my nigga turned state
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| Now that nigga snitching
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| The first offer that they’re talking is a life sentence
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| I can’t even say my niggas names no more
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| Cause these niggas dropping names on the low
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| Got me tired and detectives all asking bout me
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| I’m just trying to figure out why the asking bout me
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| These pussy niggas sneak dissing from down the street
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| But real niggas they mention when they found the heat
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| I was told to keep quiet and never say shit
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| But these niggas been running off out the lips
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| Got the feds tuned in all in my business
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| Saying I’m the one supplying the hood with them chickens
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| A lot of niggas coming home and I’m wondering why
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| Man they can’t do time so they dropping dimes
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| I don’t gangbang nigga I’m from Seminary
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| And if you don’t tote a pistol you in the cemetery
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| These niggas working with the feds I’ve been buying reds
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| 3,000 on the show and I ain’t have a clue
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| Looking out for your nigga when your nigga down
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| He will throw you in the cross and have a nigga down
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| 50,000 for the lawyer ya I’ll put it up
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| No foreigns in the garage ya I put em up
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| They trying to put a case on me niggas turning phony
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| Want me back in Rita going to court eating bologna
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| Hopping off the blue bus got us shackled up
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| And shared a cell with my co-d got to split us up |