| Quote fiction of fact, who gon' have yo back
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| When that shit get to poppin' off like that
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| Quote fiction or fact, who gon' have yo back
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| It’s gon' be hell on wheels comin' back
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| Time is gettin' leerier, niggas are gettin' serious
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| Man you know I understand ya pain, that’s why I’m feelin' ya
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| The words I’m comprehendin' the beats I was observin'
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| It was bumpy time in those planes caught up in some turbulence
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| Reservin' us some seats, we be like seated, exposited
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| And when this bitch here bleedin' I balled up just like a fetus
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| Young you by yourself and there was death upon the shelf
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| It' was pointed at cho' ass not from the right but from the left
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| Hours like them days and them days was like them hours
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| Screams was continuous, analyze of the phallus
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| Shit is goin' on in the zone
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| Predicted and convicted us a whole millenium
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| For philosophy, psychologically we outta reach
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| Mental capacity was actually positioned and breached
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| Now them sounds of the wrath got us subtract like math
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| Under gettin' holy and souly off the path |