| Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway, read over the dire
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| Reap while I stay gettin Richard like Pryor
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| Need to put the gun away cause I got priors
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| It’s hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders
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| Bullet tip on fire, flyin down sunset
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| Motivated to win, like I ain’t won yet
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| Think sh*t over? |
| Hell naw I ain’t done yet
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| I L-B-see y’all prayin that a G fall
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| Tonight it’s goin down like free fall
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| Chevy bouncin up and down like a f*ckin see-saw
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| Trippin off hate, no Hee-Haw
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| All blacks locs on the loc actin like I don’t see y’all
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| Doing that sh*t to demean Dogg
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| But when I bring it to you, you be like «What you mean Dogg?»
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| Then we go back and forth, like it’s ping-pong
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| Knowin I should just ring ya bell, ding dong!
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| But that’s one thing about this sh*t partner
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| Every move is so watched by these rich boxers
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| So why should I lose all my rich sponsors?
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| I’m gone then you suddenly hip-hoppin?
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| Sheeit, sip the gin then I’m in the wind
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| Pop a beam like a M&M
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| So strong yet a nigga thin
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| Rappers stay sayin Slim so Shady but ain’t talkin Eminem
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| So f*ck you, him, and him
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| I was gangbangin befo' a ni*ga entered in
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| No facade, I went from the yard
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| To a three-car garage to, instant menage it’s
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| Vintage, relentless, I mean this, I promise
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| No Suge, No Dre, I’da did this regardless
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| And thats what I’m supposed to think
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| Flinch at me like I’m supposed to blink
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| Motherf*cker this Crip still, hard to swallow like a big pill
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| Pushin 40's still a big deal
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| Ponytail still swangin, hair still braided
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| Laker to a Clipper I won’t be faded
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| Nig*a! |
| So buzz on that sh*t
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| Backflip back to plaque sh*t
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| Blue red white to black sh*t, but for the green
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| I send a whole motherfuckin team to clap sh*t
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| React to mack sh*t, problem, terrorist
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| F*ck this rap sh*t!
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| Shots fired
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| Suspect down
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| Request EMT immediately |