| …claim many lives
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| With semi from guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size
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| Nah I knew it wasn’t the truth, cause they ain’t have nothin for proof
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| They even blame you for dozens of youths in substance abuse
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| What kinda crap is that? |
| Everybody know that crackers brought crack to a habitat
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| to attack the Latins and Blacks
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| Never mind that fact son, and I know it’s wrong
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| You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm
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| Even though you did introduce me to Smoke and Tron
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| And totin one, you welcomed Saigon with open arms
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| That’s all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive song
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| To show even the closest born (look)
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| Get torn (get torn) you tricked me all along
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| You had me thinkin you was my friend, you NEVER loved Saigon! |
| (Saigon)
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| With friends like you who needs enemies?
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| Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedy’s
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| You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary
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| With friends like you who needs enemies?
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| You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my real roadie (roadie)
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| Called you my right hand, the Poot to my Bodie
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| For sho', my true whodie, we was closer than my own kin (kin)
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| We saw this thang come and both of us would zone in (in)
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| They knew when they saw you, they saw your boy too
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| Tighter than jail dap, would always see your boy through
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| Sunup to sundown (down) winnin them fistfights
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| I’m lettin my gun sound, you was the main one round (round)
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| We held the corner down (down) we held the wall up
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| Shot knew you’d be there so I never had to call up
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| Step out on the cut, shit, there you would be
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| At late night or broad day and didn’t care who would see
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| We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the grind
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| Up to the point where them haters (what) ran up from behind
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| Turn out the whole time (time) that you was straight frontin (frontin)
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| Cause when they shot your boy up you just laid there and ain’t say nothin
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| (nothin) |