| I was just tellin', «Have these youngin’s is over wildin'?»
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| Two shootin’s in two days and none of it over dollars
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| Have my mind zoned, somewhere in a different time zone
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| Y’all can stand under building, I’m tryin' to buy homes
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| But I ponder it gradually grab me back
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| You can put me anywhere in the world and I’ll adapt
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| (Look)
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| I’m tired of flyin' to label reps
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| Ike my niggas all ready to eat the table’s set
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| I’m tired of corner standing, piffin' the same exit
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| Keep it real, I want hills my ninja, change settings
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| I want a backyard where pookie can play
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| I don’t care if it cost my life nigga shoot me today
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| Remember going to the store, momma told me to keep the change
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| I wanna jump in something new, tell my momma to keep the range
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| My man got shot I had to peddle him home
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| He couldn’t take the pain and caught a heroin Jones
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| This is it I want out
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| This usually part of the movie where the pistol comes out
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| Like I said I need change
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| I need a whole lot of this money and little bit of fame
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| It’s like a ghetto tell tales
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| I’m tired of camouflagin' the corner let me get the next sale
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| I’m really tryin' to prosper of a good good rap
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| Before I leave out the hood, I take a good look back
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| They say, what don’t kill you will kid, it’ll only make you stronger
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| And the wrong mistake is a half dead ass doing the coroner
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| Heavenly father I’m lookin' into the heavens
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| My girl think I’m going crazy, this nigga going 7th
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| These days you know the hammer under the pillow
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| Got a mansion left from the ghetto I’m trapped in the middle
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| So niggas laid flat like soda without the fizzle
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| When it rained it poured be lucky it only drizzled
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| Took my homie under my 'brella I took him in
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| He bit me turned around and told me that’s how a snake wins
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| The world we livin' in can’t trust a homie far as I can shoot a nigga
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| Leave me the shit get lonely, homie
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| Don’t speak my name if you don’t know me
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| Most important you black the bitches dat shits is corny
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| Out ya rabid ass mind tryin' to run up on me
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| Don’t make have to shoot you with the 40
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| Yo, Thunn, I be right back, yeah, hold it down G’s
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| While I’m gone get me songs all over the streets
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| That’s what you call awareness, these niggas put they lil' albums out
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| But nobody cares, it’s P time to shine
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| Get dat shit the fuck outta here I satisfy the custi’s
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| My history at retail is outstanding
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| My CD got wings 'cause it flies off the shelves
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| While I’m stuck in the bing for the next 80 days
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| Fuck it I got years it can’t get no worse than it already is
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| I spoke to my nigga, yayo, the other day
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| He told me everybody bumpin' H.N.I.C., part 2
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| And on the youtube, I’m killin' 'em out there, crazy views
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| I make a rapper run for his life and drop a gem
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| This nigga threw his watch so we would stop chasin' him
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| He lucky I was on trial, I woulda stabbed him
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| He was saw from every angle all them cameras
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| Fuck it, I still won, still undefeated
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| This nigga tryin' to act like he did something, beat it
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| You’re not a gangsta, it’s been proven
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| Nah, you just a snitch like Frank Lucas
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| Yous a false prophet out in the world
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| While a real nigga like me trapped in a cell |