| Sugar pie, honey bum you know that I love guns
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| I can’t help myself
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| Can’t keep that heat on the shelf
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| You knew I was a knucklehead
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| Ever since you met me I Tried to do good for you, boo
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| But them streets wouldn’t let me You wanted a relationship
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| You was willing to chase it I know you seen the pack I kept the ninas packed
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| But you just couldn’t faced it You mad they got me locked away
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| Tell me are you leavin'? |
| Are you going away?
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| I put my trust in you to hold it down like Claire Huxtable
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| Cuz I’m in love with you …
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| I know all the shit that you did for me Are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?
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| Huh ma? |
| Huh ma? |
| Huh mama?
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| I know all that shit that you did for me But now that I’m locked is you troopin’the bid with me?
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| Are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?
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| Huh ma? |
| Huh ma? |
| Huh mama?
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| 9−5 I crime drive, pockets swellin’with stacks
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| My girl said keep sellin’them cracks you gon’dwell in them acs
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| I ignored her, knowin’she was only tellin’the facts
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| Either that or get my melon cracked when the shell interact
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| But fuck it cuz I done been to hell and back
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| I feel my C-cipher sentences well intact
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| I’m developin’that
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| If I can just find a slumlord to sell us a shack
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| I’ll set up shop with this dumb broad look elephant phat
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| Where the fellaz is at?
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| Sit, spark a L and chit chat
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| On how we can sell richter for fifty flat till they tell us it’s wack
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| Then we drop the price to fourty-three like they feel that it oughta be In all re-al we still quadruple a quarter Ki Unfortunately police caught me The man I shot in the Camelot tellin’the jailers where they escorted me |