| Damn cause this spot’s gettin hot
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| I can’t trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops
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| The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you
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| Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you
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| And he could be the same nigga the switch
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| Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch
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| Now watch out for the twist
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| Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich
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| But you thought them niggaz would never do that
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| Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats
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| And it always ends up fucked up When the innocent die it’ll have yo brain stuck
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| It’ll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause i’m havin bad luck
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| Fucked up in my younger days
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| Shit i’ll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays
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| A few days back one of homies got rugged out
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| Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out
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| One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head
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| Say it’s yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead
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| But it’s a fact if you pack nigga bust back
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| Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
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| Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway
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| Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day
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| Damn cause this spots gittin hot
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| Damn cause this spots gittin hot
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| Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo
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| Think it was my homies fucked up can’t realy call it do If it was i’ma git him
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| He gunna hate it when it hit him
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| Damn cause this spot’s gettin hot
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| I can’t trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops
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| The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you
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| Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you
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| (hook, butch cassidy)
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| Another day has come
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| How much longer will i run
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| I wanna have sum fun
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| Layin out in the sun
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| How much dirt have i done
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| My life has just begun
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| I sleep with my gun
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| My problems weigh a ton
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| (tray-dee)
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| I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched
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| Fool i used to run with and trusted snitched
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| Got one time on my block straight posted
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| Hopin that i slip but i dip and ghosted
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| Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin
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| I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin
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| Wound uptown on a hot ass block
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| Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock
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| Daily tray-dee'll loose pursuit
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| But deez ho’s broke and don’t look to cute
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| So i parlay to the hard ways of jackin
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| Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin
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| I didn’t i was the one to be Kickin summary of sum wen i let em slide up under me But god as my witness
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| As a g i couldn’t see dee just goin out sensless
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| I stayed hard hit the yard
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| Pull niggaz hole cards
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| Had em runnin to the sarge
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| Jail house scars tell the part you played
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| Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake
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| It don’t pay to go soft
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| Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers
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| (dee, talkin)
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| And that’s how we do it
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| Bitch ass niggaz
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| Out here tellin disrespectin the game
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| Fuckin up this realism we puttin down out here
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| You know what i’m sayin
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| Nigga need the cops to help em out
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| Hoe ass niggaz
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| Stand on ya own nigga
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| Live by the gun die by the gun
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| Nigga be a soldier
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| (hook) |