| Infamous nigga, yea-yea
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| C’mon man, any nigga get charged
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| And in this love scene, ayo, ayo, VIP, ayo
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| You play yourself once, you get shot twice
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| We gon' die three times, and the four takes life
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| Five of you try to jump me, and six Angels come
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| To take you away to +7th Heaven+
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| When that alcohol hit, I’m feelin' good
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| When that purple haze hit, I’m feelin' good
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| Thirty milligram, yep!, I’m feelin' good
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| I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good
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| When them drugs take effect, I start feelin' the buzz
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| Gimme right, gimme ready for the things to come
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| Sex, money and murder are the things we want
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| Power and longevity allow me to stunt
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| On the beach, they put me on the beach
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| Soakin' up the Sun chargin' up my batteries
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| When I get up it’s gon' be a assault battery
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| Wit a Uzi, bullets peep you to asleep
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| No nap time nigga, my snack time nigga
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| I wrap niggas up in them doggy bags nigga
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| You know, for the coroner, I’m strung out on gun fire nigga
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| Turn it up more dunn
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| It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
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| No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven
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| Teleported, start spreadin' his wings flap to the sky
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| Just when P give me the word, I’ma clap 'em 'til he die
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| It take 25 seconds 'fore he actually die
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| Three screamer spent 22 askin' me «Why?»
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| I told 'em you crossed my vine, I tossed my nine
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| And walk around with twin shotties like I lost my mind
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| Boggie in the mouth, Ken Griffey the hands
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| Point 'em out I make his ass part of history fam
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| Yea, and I don’t gotta say no more
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| I’ve been waitin' five years to bring the K on tour
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| When we carry the .44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
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| Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
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| Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I’m high
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| So big one hit you, your cousin’ll die
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| «Al-Al-Alchemist» |