| I knew this nigga who sittin, on the dock on the bay
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| Had plans of gettin rich so he was plottin with Jay
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| This motherfucker had the street game locked
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| Had the blocks all sold up,
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| and always saw the cops when they showed up He had the rep of being murderous too
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| The type of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
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| But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
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| So when James went to church this nigga did the same
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| So he’s steppin back away from the cut
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| But his vengeance of livin, had his braincells start to fuck up Steady callin his shots, but steady leavin a trail
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| So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell
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| I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
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| They didn’t rat they niggaz out when they came to do time
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| No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
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| For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
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| He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
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| Had the whole entire city on they knees, recognizin the mob
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| Took the cash that he was makin, in this seat
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| And compared it, to the cash off in these God-damn streets
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| As luck gon’be, the scales didn’t break even
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| So now he’s out to go an get the cash that he needin
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| Some wise man once told me
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| (?) but I didn’t believe him, so he showed me Gave an example; |
| the piece of a pie
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| Said if you eat to much it’s gone at the blink of an eye
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| This for these niggaz out here hearin me Hypothetical conversation, the rest of that shit, is a conspiracy
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| I got the word and heard he back on the grind
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| Ran across and met a nice spot, runnin his mob
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| I love the nigga, so I gave him some dap
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| He said he loved my work efforts,
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| and he said he liked the way that I rapped
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| Wanted to show me what he was rollin outside, but
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| Little did I know, he was the FBI
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| I heard a rumor that this nigga got knocked…
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| A few months past and he was back on the lot
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| and shift the plot, I’ll teach you niggaz conspiracy theories
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| I spit this shit in code, but I pray that you hear me Cuz see he know him and, he meets you
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| They get popped and, you do to Illegal taps and undercover surveillance
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| Tapin conversations, tryna duck the years that he facin
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| Better yet gonna get me facin, cuz we know he’s the back-
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| bone — if ya crush the bone, ya alter the mind
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| And thought process is vital at this time
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| And I heard, you was out to get the niggaz that’s rich
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| But I’ma tell you motherfuckers like this
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| I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
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| They didn’t rat they niggaz out when they came to do time
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| No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
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| For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
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| How the fuck is you gon’stop a train
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| You set your fires on your forest to burn it but then it rains
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| It’s like Babyface and them Jay
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| We all got lies and RAM, you motherfuckers own they grave
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| We need current situations, in due time
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| Train 'em to do the business in 20 years down the line
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| So I stand firm on We can’t be stopped
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| Reconcile our disagreements, and I’m still down with Rap-A-Lot
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| Murder ya boxers tryna break apart what God made
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| And regardless to what you boys say
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| Seek and destroy, fuck the opposition
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| When you for real it’s in yo bloodline, not in yo motherfuckin mind
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| So feel it like the holy spirit, and remember
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| when ya face to face with the demons, you can’t fear it You fight until the battle finished
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| No matter what the end is, when you attack you strike with vengeance
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| And always judge a man by his deeds
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| and never buy jealousy cuz it breathes…
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| Conspiracy theory… |