| Uncle puffy?
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| Can you read us a bedtime story, please?
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| Huh? |
| please?
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| Alright check this out right here
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| Woke up smoked up, broked up What i had left and rolled up, lit it Had a shorty that i brought home, hit it Sent her on her way, i got no time today
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| (yo, i’mma call you next week, aight?)
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| With all this work i got no time to play (ok)
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| Cash come and go, and i want mine to stay
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| Alot of these fake cats won’t mind the day
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| I get an unfair play, then the stairway
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| That’s why i’m like twa, the airway
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| Niggas wantin’to believe what they heard through hear-say
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| Hopin', but forget it Check the mail, it’s a letter from jail, from hoboken
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| I open and i read it, it said
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| What da deal son?
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| It’s ya nigga teals in the field, and it’s real son
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| I’mma have to steal one
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| Caught up on the run with a gun
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| Can’t walk with it down then you can’t conceal one
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| What to do?
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| I dont’know if ya knew, that kid, true?
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| Up in 1−2-2, he plottin’to get you
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| I hear he’s due
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| You just do what need doin'
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| Let’s not forget these niggas could bleed too, one
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| Ok, good
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| Those cats don’t keep it real as they should
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| Heard they don’t pay good
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| Stand around all day wishin’they could
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| But this green fufills they dreams
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| They ain’t a team
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| Answering machine on screen
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| Phone rings, it was arlene from queens
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| Head was mean, had a head for schemes
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| Told her she get head to see me But she play her hand proper, nothin’can stop her
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| Hey yo, what up playboy?
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| I’m out in saint croix
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| With sun cats that say they real
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| But they toys
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| I heard ya doin’it though
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| And you in the flow
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| Some niggas wanna ruin ya show?
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| What up, yo?
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| Whathchu want a rich shot up on his block?
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| Or i could leave him in his bed dead, with his dick robbed
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| Na boo, i’mma show you how i do Just hit me when you get up top
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| But come on through (aight)
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| Now i’m doin’inventory
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| Guns, clips, vest, bullets
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| So when i pull it, it’s the end of story
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| Leadin’my men to glory
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| Then get shorty to hold a pound for me I know she down for me Yeah, sneak up on 'em like a car thief
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| These niggas mad cause it’s my party
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| And my benz is wide-bodied
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| Despise me, like the feds despise ghotti
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| That i kill for a hobby and lay in your lobby
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| So try me, go 'head and take a bite
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| Might as well say good night
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| Try to put me in the dark, i don’t take it light
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| Now if it’s wrong, make it right
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| Not tommorow, tonight
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| They barkin', i know the bite
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| Jumped in the b-n-z
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| Niggas gonna see the e-n-d fuckin’with me See, i knew he was a snake out the ground
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| Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds
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| Take it to the pier where you can’t make out the sounds
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| Thoughts in my head goin''round, it’s goin’down
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| Pull up to his block, i’mma put it to his knock
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| But, i don’t see him, wouldn’t wanna be in town
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| Ride around for a minute
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| Thinkin''bout the pain that hell brings
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| Interrupted by a cell ring
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| Yeah yeah
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| hey boo come and get me, i’m here
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| where?
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| teterboro
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| Give me a few
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| It was like i flew
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| But it felt kinda strange, it was like i knew
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| Pulled up around 2, late like i do With the urge to bug
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| She gave me a nervous hug
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| And when i heard the slugs
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| What i saw in the blur was thugs
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| Tryin’to soak my fur with blood
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| Dropped to the curb and ducked
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| Pulled out the fifth, duck behind a car
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| Like «how i’m gon’get out this shit?»
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| These niggas don’t know what they about to get
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| A one way ticket to hell in my gun jail
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| Bust my gun at three and one fell
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| The other two, waitin’to see what i’mma do Hope you brought your arms
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| Cuz you’re gonna need 'em to hold me Peeped around the car slowly
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| Then i let 'em have the whole wheat
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| Man there’s six million ways to die
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| And you chose me, but i’m an og And in the distance is police
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| I’m still bustin', tryin’to kill something
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| And i can’t hide the fact that i peeled something
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| I feel this thing, like in a minute i won’t feel a thing
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| The two cats jumped in the blue ac'
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| I fired one shot, they fired two back
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| They murked off in the night
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| I get them fools back, man they ain’t seen the last of me But i’m bleeding rapidly
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| Shot up in the stomach and that wasn’t how it had to be Heartbeat failin', car alarm wailin'
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| Couldn’t walk straight then the firearm failed
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| Now i’m thinkin’how this bitch played me Then i faded |