| Taliban
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| Taliban
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| If we on a drive then we slide on they block
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| See me outside if you really want to talk
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| I just bought the 9 and we really want to talk
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| You been out of line and we really tryin' to pop
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| Said you with the shits and we really want the smoke
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| Said you only kiddin' I don’t really get the joke
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| My dog he don’t listen I can’t really talk to bro
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| He’s just here for one thing and that’s steppin' on your throat
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| We can’t even rob you and your mans 'cause you’re all broke
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| Why the fuck they always out to get me?
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| Act like I can’t touch 'em 'less they let me
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| Girl, I make 'em think they shouldn’t sweat me
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| But why they fuck they tryin' to upset me?
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| Girl, they talk a lot but never met me
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| Why they talk a lot but never met me?
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| They think I need someone to protect me
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| I’m always on the watch like Patek Phillipe
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| They talk a lot about me
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| But they don’t know nothin' about me
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| The ones I used to know used to doubt me
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| But they don’t know nothin' about me
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| Nothin' about me
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| People tryin' to use me can’t do nothin' without me
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| The ones I used to know used to doubt me
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| But they don’t know nothing about me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| If I need to slide then I slide with the bros
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| Pull up then I hop outside from the Rolls
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| Just incase you die I’m outside with a rose
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| Blood don’t mean a thing on this side it could flow
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| Right down to the floor we gon' drop the bodies
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| Got Morrocans and I got Somalis
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| Found a heart it ain’t mine it’s somebody’s
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| She said are you sure I said «yes wallahi»
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| Never catch me slippin' not even in my sleep
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| Why the fuck they always out to get me?
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| Act like I can’t touch 'em 'less they let me
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| Girl, I make 'em think they shouldn’t sweat me
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| But why they fuck they tryin' to upset me?
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| Girl, they talk a lot but never met me
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| Why they talk a lot but never met me?
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| They think I need someone to protect me
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| I’m always on the watch like Patek Phillipe
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| They talk a lot about me
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| But they don’t know nothin' about me
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| The ones I used to know used to doubt me
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| But they don’t know nothin' about me
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| Nothin' about me
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| People tryin' to use me can’t do nothin' without me
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| The ones I used to know used to doubt me
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| But they don’t know nothing about me
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| You know them dirty motherfuckers that be throwin' 'round the word family like
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| it means somethin' special
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| You can talk to me when you get at my level
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| Worked for everythin' myself without the devil
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| I got family that lives couple blocks away and needs to visit and another
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| that’s 120 miles
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| He talks behind my back but always gives me smiles
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| I always bless 'em in return they give me knives in my back
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| And my boy says he loves me but it’s timing that he lacks
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| If I really think about it I’m alone and it’s a fact
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| All the money that I lended and the time I want it back
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| Time is really slippin' out of my hands
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| I got bad people pickin' out of my hands
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| They don’t want to give me flowers until I end
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| I tell these people to their face they’re not my friends
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| So they go and talk a lot about me
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| They talk a lot about me
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| But they don’t know nothin' about me
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| The ones I used to know used to doubt me
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| But they don’t know nothin' about me
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| Nothin' about me
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| People tryin' to use me can’t do nothin' without me
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| The ones I used to know used to doubt me
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| But they don’t know nothing about me |