| It gets cold at night
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| Yeah, and I only pop out after dark
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| They told they killed my mans
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| Who would of thought?
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| They told they killed my mans
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| It hurt my hurt heart (It hurt my hurt heart)
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| It broke my heart, it broke my heart, it broke my heart
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| Now all the time I got murder on my mind
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| Got a thick yellow bitch telling me it’s going to be fine
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| I told her fuck that cause I’m riding 'bout mine
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| Nike Tech pants, Glock in my waistline (Facts!)
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| And I ain’t satisfied 'til his killer flatline
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| Lay him in the ground trace him with the white lines
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| I promise you little nigga you ain’t really hard to find (For real)
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| I promise you little nigga when I catch you gon' die (You gon' die)
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| Finger on the trigger as I look him in the eye (In the eye)
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| Finger on the trigger as I…
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| Having conversations with the devil on my shoulder
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| We gon' catch the nigga lacking and it’s over (Yea it’s over)
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| I was in backseat of the Benz with the whole gang
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| And I think that I seen him in a blue Toyota
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| (Damn that’s that nigga right there)
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| I told the driver get closer (Pull up)
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| We gon' to catch the nigga right there (Oh there he go)
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| Really I don’t got no fear (Never)
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| At the red light, we gon' leave him dead
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| It gets cold at night
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| Yeah, and I only pop out after dark
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| They told they killed my mans
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| Who would of thought?
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| They told they killed my mans
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| It hurt my hurt heart (It hurt my hurt heart)
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| It broke my heart, it broke my heart, it broke my heart
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| Now all the time I got murder on my mind
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| Got a thick yellow bitch telling me it’s going to be fine
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| I told her fuck that cause I’m riding 'bout mine
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| Nike Tech pants, Glock in my waistline
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| Stood ten toes down on some shit you left behind
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| Had to pick them wars up just cause I’m from Seven Nine
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| Picking swords up, I saw up my brother Nine
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| 8 A.M. |
| and be there clip reload another nine
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| Remember the other time, this shit can reconcile
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| Snake your brother, that’s your style, I got to check your smile
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| You put that pistol down when homie die you fucking coward
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| Kill one of mines and theirs were dead in like another hour
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| The first time you squeeze the trigger, feel that rush of power
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| Now there’s voices in your head while you taking showers
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| Kill tech got a bane reach you from a tower
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| Put that bitch out on his back like a Eddie Bauer
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| Nigga we with all that, he ain’t street, that’s all rap
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| Never killed, that’s call cap, all bap
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| They can’t see me cause my hat tilt
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| See me with your cat pelt
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| Momma holding roses in a black quilt
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| It gets cold at night
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| Yeah, and I only pop out after dark
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| They told they killed my mans
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| Who would of thought?
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| They told they killed my mans
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| It hurt my hurt heart (It hurt my hurt heart)
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| It broke my heart, it broke my heart, it broke my heart
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| Now all the time I got murder on my mind
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| Got a thick yellow bitch telling me it’s going to be fine
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| I told her fuck that cause I’m riding 'bout mine
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| Nike Tech pants, Glock in my waistline |