| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh, oh yeah
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| See I done said so much (so much)
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| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say
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| I done cried so much (so much)
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| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away
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| Quiet
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| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
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| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
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| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
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| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet)
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| Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
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| Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
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| Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
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| My south niggas call it chalked up, you know
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| We put money on it when it’s real, they call me Mr. Fifty a head
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| I’m sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until
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| Every man got an expiration date and a price
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| All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
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| I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White
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| Them racketeering charges startin' to look like a tennis deal
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| I caught it, garden in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some
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| spinnish spiel, but still I’m dealin' raw
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| From selling to buying weed, actually I’m stealin' all
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| I’m the last of a dying breed that I’m out here killing off
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| Four of my closest friends don’t know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars
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| to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
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| Get money
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| See I done said so much (so much)
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| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say
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| I done cried so much (so much)
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| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away
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| Quiet
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| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
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| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
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| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
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| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet)
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| Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute
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| Talkin' get you stripped naked
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| Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till Chippendales at your rescue
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| If there’s a wrinkle then there’s iron to press you
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| Look, time is money, I’m on EST
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| Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e
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| I’m the new edition of poison: BBD
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| For that bread my niggas will stamp you: EBT
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| I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I’m singin'
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| Ever since you left the city, now they hotline’s blingin', hmm
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| Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I’m deducin'
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| That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in
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| If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is
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| Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion
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| With the boys that’s wearin' blue and it’s causing all this confusion
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| And they wouldn’t even know, but y’all tellin' what niggas doin'
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| See I done said so much (so much)
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| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say
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| I done cried so much (so much)
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| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away
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| Quiet
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| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
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| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
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| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
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| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet)
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| I’m going on an AK-a-thon
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| Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon
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| Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine
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| I ain’t in the zone, I’m in the mother fuckin' lay-up line
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| Speaking of lay ups, we do homi’s based on how we doin'
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| Last lay up line I was in was a body viewin'
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| I’m preoccupied with the Earth’s ills, good 'erbals
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| First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal
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| Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types
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| But I still give that bitch my whip test
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| If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe
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| Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don’t complain to me nigga, tell Christ
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| I’m standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness
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| Man a cure wouldn’t hand a nigga these nails right
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| Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice
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| But nothing’s more bugged out as my head size, I live twice
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| E’ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I’m dead nice
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| Rest call me Malcolm, they want me dead because I’m dead right
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| Ask me to spell die, I’mma accidentally spell dice
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| I can shelve a label with my shelf life
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| I’m a rider, but still I steal bikes
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| Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice
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| I’m cut like I’m touched, a blind man with braille spikes
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| I’m deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight
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| See I done said so much (so much)
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| I done said so much that I don’t even got that much to say
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| I done cried so much (so much)
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| I done cried so much that I can’t even wipe the tears away
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| Quiet
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| That’s how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
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| Silence be the same color my chain is (quiet)
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| That’s how it be coming up on my block (quiet)
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| Silence be the same color of my watch (quiet) |