| Let Me Out
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| Dawg… Let Me Out
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| Black what up?
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| Let’s Go Fools
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| Whatever rapper think he the best he the copy
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| Need to see me, I run the city you need a block
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| Whoever your shooter is
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| Should know who the shakers and movers is
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| Know where the dealers and jewellers is
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| Hand on the gat, that’s such a medula kid
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| The good, the bad, the ugly
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| When Vince made buggy eyes
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| Homicides occur whenever the money rise
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| You don’t want your brains on the sunny side
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| Eggs sinking, legs crushed
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| I ain’t never rapped, never said much (never said shit)
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| Niggas fed up in the fed clutch
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| Niggas on the run in the dress or they dread up
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| I know the pain well cause I come from it (I knew the pain)
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| A nigga catch a body then he run from it
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| Loading up the clip you hollow tip for dumb dummy
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| That’s if you out there like that
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| You never let a nigga say «I'll be right back»
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| Shooters, Hustlers, Private customers
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| You ain’t bout that life then don’t fuck with us
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| You about that mob then get in touch with us
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| But we ain’t God so don’t trust in us
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| The only thing I fucking trust is just my word and my nuts
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| Maybe my words, my nuts be on they shit when they bust
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| That’s all I got though
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| Trust no man, woman or gato
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| Pussy got the power to turn the nigga to fossils
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| All you dimes out fucking these whores getting sores
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| Getting divorced cause shorty came to your door
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| Poor decision, forced admission, lost with your flawless wisdom
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| You ain’t listen, causes a four collission
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| That’s the truth nigga
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| Bet your crew would be aloof
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| Quicker than mute
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| If other dudes would pull triggers
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| And that’s sad, high fives and a back stab
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| When you need a nigga he gone like a bad dad
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| Fuck custody, trust is just a false luxury
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| Sleep with one eye open long enough you do it comfortably
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| It’s all about developing habits
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| Watch you watch your own back before you fall in the casket
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| I’m an animal but I’m civilised
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| I’m sophisticated but niggarised
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| It’s the fly shit that I visualise
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| That make a nigga ride, till a nigga die
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| So it’s all for the green
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| Or the dream in the nightmare or the nightmare in the dream
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| I don’t go to sleep so ya’ll don’t know what I mean
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| You can look where I’m looking but ya’ll don’t know what I’ve seen |