| Mmm mmm yo yo YO!
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| Yo yo, yo yo yo yo
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| Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up
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| Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit
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| Yo yo, yo, uh-huh
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| Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat
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| since I bought «1st Infantry"and shit, hehehe
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| Yo yo yo yo
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| What’s a real nigga addiction?
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| Money weed and bitches
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| Hangin with snitches
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| Shit it wasn’t my intention
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| I didn’t know; |
| I knew him for years
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| Who would think his gums were soft
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| To all my niggaz I would die for
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| Load my pistol up go out and war for
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| Spend my last you keep yo' half we all poor
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| No way to go I’ll walk you through my front door
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| My ninjas do the same
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| See when we was younger you was my mane, nigga
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| I wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand
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| Puttin my life up in yo' hands
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| Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! |
| For really though?
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| We was just slingin oxy like a year ago
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| You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe
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| Cuz you hit my 'dro
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| See my nigga youse a ho; |
| remember them Cheerios? |
| (Yeah)
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| Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor
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| I’m like fo' sho' (Donatello) catch you on the rebound
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| You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down
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| What goes around comes arizzound, the sky’s up
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| Inhale it slow, keep yo' mouth shut
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| Bet he won’t tell no mo'
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| Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo' ass comin from?)
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| Fo' sho'
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| Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)
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| Awwwwww shit
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| Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
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| Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock
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| Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops?
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| Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots
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| Got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga
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| You got your sentence reduced cause you told 'em I pulled the trigger
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| And I was lookin out for you! |
| (YOU!)
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| Tried to show him just how we do
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| Put all my shit aside and now I’m through
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| Figured that I would keep it Crippy this what this real nigga get me
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| Locked up for like a century while you get chances of a Bentley
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| Fuck, my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty
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| My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him
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| but probably not' shit I ain’t sweatin it
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| Cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped
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| Can’t get over how we was, tough as leather
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| Man we did everything together
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| Fucked our first bitches earned, our first cheddar
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| Robbed the first nigga was down, for whatever
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| And I’ll blast 'til forever if we had too
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| But it’s all cool
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| Started around the bottom
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| Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
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| Don’t let these niggaz know your plots
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| Wha-word, wha-word, word… Q! |