| Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
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| (Gangsta!) He pumps like 24.
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| 24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo'
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| (Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper
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| Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
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| YEAH! |
| We ridin, we — gon’die foolin
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| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME! |
| (Gangsta!)
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| I’ma put this straight
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| I’m not gon’threaten you with hooks if you look this way
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| I’m not gon', write no songs — so please don’t think
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| that since sometimes I’m quiet, that I bite my tongue
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| Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth
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| So leave with life as long’s you come in peace
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| I’m the protocol of all the street rules
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| Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them
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| I’m goin all out — for everything I believe in Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about
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| Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar
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| Feel me nigga; |
| naw fuck that, feel me more
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| And whoever sayin 'fuck me’can suck me And we can bang, I done came a long way from «U Can’t Touch Me», nigga!
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| YEAH! |
| I’m ridin, I am gon’die foolin
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| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME!
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| My swagger’s crazy
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| We can, forget your momma ever had a baby
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| Regis; |
| I don’t care who the fuck you is Keep yo', hands to yo’self, I will cut yo’limbs OFF
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| Sixty shots’ll quickly hit you
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| pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF!
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| Yeah, I’m strictly Pesci — you hear me a made man
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| I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me Yeah, the tec’s good
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| Jammin’s always out the question, call me Suge’of the Midwest wood
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| Yeah, the part of the poem that’s deep
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| He will, blast you after he’s had a glass of Bacardi Limon
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| Yeah, let’s get it on, I’m strictly the classic — rap
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| You know it’s on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah!
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| BLOAW! |
| I’m ridin, I am gon’die foolin
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| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME!
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| He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)
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| More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)
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| Always huntin niggaz, never hunted
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| You can bet eleven-hundred — he is.
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| (Yeah) As ignorant as it gets
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| Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits
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| (Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap
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| I’ll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back
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| to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya
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| I’m the essence, of the use of violence
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| Move in silence, HUSH, then I’ll close your eyelids (close)
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| I’m goin all out — my enemies on they knees
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| harder I squeeze, bullets’ll leave your brains out
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| (BACK UP!) Watch me move
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| I’ll speak the language of heat, plus I’m good with the tools (yeah)
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| So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly
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| Nuttin to lose, I’m no bitch nigga, please come get me — killa
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| (Gangsta!) I’m ridin, I am gon’die foolin
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| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME!
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| He got yo’motherfuckin number! |
| (Gangsta!)
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| Though yo’life is second to his (Gangsta!)
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| You still gon’die first. |
| (It's 5−9 — gangsta!)
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| Yeah! |
| (He's a motherfuckin gangsta!) |