| It ain’t over. |
| Fuck it
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| Think we need an encore, man (yep)
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| Can’t be over
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| («Clap your hands, to let, to let it start this one off… Can you?»)
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| Uh-huh (come on)
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| («Please?»)
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| You know what?
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| «I warned you baby»
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| «That what goes 'round must come 'round»
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| «And I warned you baby»
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| «That someday I’ll put you down»
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| I warned you
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| Told you. |
| These niggas was gon' get exposed (yeah)
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| All of 'em—lot of these frontin'-ass
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| Fake gang-bangers, fake thugs
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| Just fuckin' punks, man. |
| Tell 'em, look
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| You actin' like you was puttin' it in when you couldn’t have been
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| You bust guns and ain’t never stepped foot in the pen
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| You scream, «thug.» |
| If you was, you wouldn’t have been
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| Dogs that bark don’t bite—they woof for attention
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| Since you so in love with the spotlight
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| Put the dot right on your beanie—you're blind in your third eyesight
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| Am I gon' hit you? |
| I might
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| Don’t believe I squeeze a couple these and then breeze? |
| Alright
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| But don’t say I didn’t warn you when the coroner’s on you
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| Got 44 bulldogs—siccin' all of 'em on you
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| What you gon' do when I swarm through?
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| Long blue trench coat, shotty down my leg long too
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| Bump heads with the wrong crew—shame is on you
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| The blame is on you when the flame is on you
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| And what you gon' do when the aim is on you?
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| Nigga, I live every word you hangin' on to
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| Lil' bitch!
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| Warned you
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| Shit… I was the one locked up, bustin' them hammers, man
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| Haha. |
| Hear y’all talk about it (yeah)
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| I’ll put you down
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| But I’ll put you up on some real shit
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| Some true shit
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| HEY, YOU! |
| Get off my CLOUD
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| You don’t know how my gun go BLAOW!
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| 'Nother brother confused and I’m so foul
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| Another mother will lose one mo' child
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| People said, «Josephine, your son’s so wild
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| What could make him run so wild?
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| You better keep his ass out of the street or else he gon' go down
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| Run around here with guns like he the king of the whole town
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| Yesterday, he showed me a fo'-pound
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| Loaded clips, swearin' to God he won’t waste no round»
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| My mom give 'em a fake smile and turn them away
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| She used to seein' her baby with the burner and hey
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| But yo, before she let him get away, she stop him and say
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| You know what she say? |
| (No, what did she say?)
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| She say, she say, «What do you say to a kid that’d take his life and give it
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| away
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| And only live for the day?»
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| I was just talkin' to the lil' nigga today
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| And when he play with that thing, I make him put it away
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| She say, «What do you say to a kid who been in and out of court
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| Since his ass was like four feet short?»
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| I don’t know what the fuck y’all thought
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| That lil' nigga is crazy
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| Hehe (hahaha)
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| Haha (We just fuckin' with these niggas!)
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| Y’all won’t even understand that shit, nah’mean?
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| Statik Selektah, Saigiddy
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| «I warned you baby» (*echoes*) |