| Watch what you say and watch what you hear
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| Cause niggas will cut the earlobe off of your ear
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| Just because you can go talking to peers
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| Or witness in court to add on to their years
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| The scariest dudes are the ones who have fear
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| They get nervous and scared and they never think clear
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| They think deep conversations are better with beer
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| I seldomly drink and I never did fear
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| God bless the child that pees the bed and can’t sleep at night
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| I know young litte niggas that sell dope, but can’t read or write
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| And rode in the slow classes, moving at the speed of light
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| We look to the angels for help but found out that demons can fly
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| That’s when a nigga had to leave the light; |
| dark side, I used the force
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| I’ve seen evil, but I’ve never seen Jesus, like I’ve never seen a unicorn
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| Disbelief, what is fate? |
| Should I just believe what these books say?
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| Don’t speak because I lay where these crooks lay
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| And dodging bad bitches on a good day
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| They looking at us, cause we next
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| Don’t worry about your bitch, boy
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| She’s too shallow for this deep sex
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| They fight, but can’t touch me
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| Like the hand that’s on T-Rex
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| I just got that moolah
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| Put that yada in that prex
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| Everybody wants to be brave
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| Living life with no fear
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| We try not to be afraid
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| But everyone’s a little scared
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| Prostitues getting raped by the cops in suits
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| The stories you don’t hear about
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| Cause they don’t make they way onto the news
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| Six years ago, six officers pulled her over and raped her
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| Now she’s calling me up crying
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| Cause another officer finger banged her
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| Heard a square say it’s not rape
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| If you fuck a prostitute and don’t pay her
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| God, please grant me the serenity
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| To not kill all of my enemies
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| Headshots, no injuries
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| Cause they can come back and remember me
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| I live life like I’m in a dream
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| Like I can’t die and I was given wings
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| I fly up high to the mountain top
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| Just so I can duke it out with God
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| Left, right, jacked up
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| Hook followed by an upper cut
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| Lightning thighs and a thunder butt
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| It’s the kryptonite to the God in us
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| Got the elephant in the room by the tusks
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| My life is such, Midas touch
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| Turn everything to gold like it’s rust
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| And make 'em feel that kick like I’m like the drums
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| Spike the punch, spiked rum
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| I’m the politest one
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| I hide the guns
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| Cause you never know when your time will come
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| Just don’t cross that line but once
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| I’d rather be the silent one in the bunch
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| Then the one that dies for speaking his mind too much |