| Yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, say «Hello» to the bad guy
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| Man, I ain’t been the same since my man died, yeah
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| Ayy, fuck the pain, I get mad high, mad high
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| Ayy, how you fuck 'round with your man and you go and hide
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| Ain’t the same way that I came in and how I’m goin' out
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| Ayy, when you cross up one of your mans then you 'posed to die
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| Ayy, when you play with one of my mans just know I’m showin' out
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| The bad guy, I’ma come lookin' for you every time
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| Say «Hello» to the four five coke, two gone, I got five more
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| Fuck five-o, niggas killed my dawg, I’ma watch him bleed out slow
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| Mama want me to drop this head before the lean I pour
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| My dawg gone, now we lookin' for smoke, tell them niggas we know
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| Hot ass heaters, they took bro, now we gettin' it
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| Surviving is not an option, hammer or the meat cleavers
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| Spin their block, walk up on that opp, I’ll take a deep breather
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| Me introduce him to the Grim Reaper
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| Watch his soul leave him, smoke him front of old people, look 'em eye-to-eye
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| I’m who you should recognize, nigga, I’m the bad guy
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| You ain’t gotta ask why, you can ask God
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| I’m Mr. Pull Up With That Stick and let them missiles- |