| Some might call me uh paranoid
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| But I think I would just say that I was very aware of my surroundings!
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| Retrogression
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| Lets go back to an earlier state
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| Back when a bunch of cats was jumping to this world via hate
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| Gangbang shit, yeah I’m guilty of it
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| When I’m looking at the TV, man seem like everybody really love it
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| Wave they flags high, for the world to see
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| Even though we know we don’t want our son and little girls to be
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| Nothing like we were, some of these youngsters got no thumbers
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| Bet they want no funk, but they could get shook up like a seizure
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| If bangin' retrogresses, now the color’s no longer measures
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| Stresses of rival, says get weapon, go get the Tec, and press it
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| To make sure they get the message, why don’t these motherfuckers
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| Rep and Stets know they faking just like they not afraid don’t f with Texas
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| But still oblivious and fans see free
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| But real life is mo' serious than a damn TV
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| Like '85 they might be gunnin'
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| Why you living like a drummin'
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| When you sippin' wit' your woman
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| I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| When they all talking loud
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| Feelin' proud cause no one is gunnin'
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| Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yo, I can feel it comin'
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| When I’m down for the town
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| And the club beefing with the woman
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| Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yo, I can feel it comin'
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| They was family, used to love you
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| Swear to God that they would never put nothing above you
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| It’s just to, see your successes, then 'bout plug you
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| Put slugs to, cause they ain’t with you so now it’s fuck you
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| I get so much love, I get to searching
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| For the evil cuz is coming, I can see right through the curtain
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| But the haters fill with anger, I can feel it’s about to worsen
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| The bigger that I get, I can feel these tricks is stake for certain
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| When I’m partying without my bodyguardians, I’m hardly and chill mo'
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| Cuz I’m feelin they wanna scar me and feel those
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| Tips with lead and head it to kill foes
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| They real hoes plus they fake fuckers like dildos
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| Envy can equal murder, she love when they prefered her
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| Heard her servers, picks alert us, quick with the squirt her
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| Like '85 they might be gunnin'
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| Why you living like a drummin'
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| So you steppin' with your woman
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| I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| When they all talking loud
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| Feelin' proud cause no one is gunnin'
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| Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yo, I can feel it comin'
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| When I’m down for the town
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| And the club beefing with the woman
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| Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yo, I can feel it comin'
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| Why do I see mayhem?
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| Cuz when I watch the news I say damn
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| Everybody living in they last days
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| Are in hate and waste and
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| Innocent children, evil it feels the nation
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| Facin, life sentences are the case man
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| It’s just too good to be true
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| Or maybe not huh?
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| Buried in the hood could be you
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| Cuz you got some
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| Extra, but next bra, ain’t lookin for no kinda lecture
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| When you sittin on something better, gotta be alert
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| Or you off in a stretcha
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| When I’m 'sposed to be here in fun
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| I’m standing near a gun
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| Cuz I ain’t gotta have no demons
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| Scheming on me, tryin to tear a lung
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| I’m just a real one
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| I keep my eyes open for the bullshit
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| Never am I clueless
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| I’m looking every direction
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| Everywhere he comes
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| From
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| No matter how big I get, or how much money I make
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| The seepage will always find a way
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| When they all talking loud
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| Feelin' proud cause no one is gunnin'
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| Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yo, I can feel it comin'
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| When I’m down for the town
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| And the club beefing with the woman
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| Ey, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yeah, I can feel the trippin' comin'
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| Yo, I can feel it comin' |