| I’ve been searchin' so long
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| You know it
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| (Al Geno on the track)
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| Check this out
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| Swear I done searched for your love
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| In ever single place but the projects
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| For anything, I’m quick to tell you, «You got it»
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| And I’ve been searchin' for a thug
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| The one that don’t give a fuck 'bout nobody
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| From day to night, he think 'bout steppin' and slidin'
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| Old rusty cutter make 'em get down, ayy
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| Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
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| She wanna fuck me 'cause I’m lit now, ayy
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| I was just as lit because I’m rich now, ayy
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| 'Cause they know every chance I get
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| That’s for a fact
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| All these niggas know how we rockin'
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| All through the cold nights, by the pole, I’m grippin' my shotty
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| He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
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| I thought that you blue flaggin' your coffin?
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| Every time we slapped them niggas hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us
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| Oh, I’ve been searchin' for someone like my own
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| Hop on the plane and I’ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home
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| She see the murder in my eye
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| I’m plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
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| Stand on the block my dawg died on
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| That’s on the porch his momma cried on
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| All through the night you know we slide on 'em
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| Won’t do no talkin' on the mob phone
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| This 'bout that block my nigga died on
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| They think they solid g, but only one gon' shoot
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| And no, it ain’t no leavin' off y’all screen until someone on the news
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| I caught him rollin' dice right by the creek, so we had ran down like vroom
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| 3 in the morning, sippin' lean plus I’ve been druggin' since noon
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| Run down the street, chasin' my dreams I’m like «What else I’ma do?»
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| Just got a MAC, so gave the glizzy with the beam to my goon
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| Two Adderalls, a Perc, a bean, I’m 'bout to go to the moon
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| Put a brand new scope on the AR, when I run down I’ma zoom 'em
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| Nowadays these phones be tapped so we gon' talk at the best and
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| He 'bout his business, while you go, I give the guap to your best friend
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| Time for trophies, we give the killas is the new Smith &Wesson
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| One thing for sure, don’t be my niggas, they don’t got my best interest
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| They come through spinnin' with nine mills
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| We hit they block, they find the exit
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| I’ma do this one hit for my dawg who up in heaven, steady restin'
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| Cold case gettin' realer
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| We seein' bloody, so affected
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| Old rusty cutter used to be owned by this nigga over a cold nigga
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| Old rusty cutter make 'em get down, ayy
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| Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round, ayy
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| She wanna fuck me 'cause I’m lit now, ayy
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| I was just as lit because I’m rich now, ayy
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| 'Cause they know every chance I get
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| That’s for a fact
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| All these niggas know how we rockin'
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| All through the cold nights, by the pole, I’m grippin' my shotty
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| He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
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| I thought that you blue flaggin' your coffin?
|
| Every time we slapped them niggas hot, but when we catch 'em they dodge us
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| Oh, I’ve been searchin' for someone like my own
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| Hop on the plane and I’ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home
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| She see the murder in my eye
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| I’m plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
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| Stand on the block my dawg died on
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| That’s on the porch his momma cried on
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| All through the night you know we slide on 'em
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| Won’t do no talkin' on the mob phone
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| This 'bout that block my nigga died on |