| Here we go again
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| Ten years later
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| You know what man? |
| Uhm
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| («I wanna know!»)
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| Fuck it
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| Ayo C
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| Give me that Jameson and that pickle juice
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| Thank you
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| I got some shit on my mind
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| («I wanna know!»)
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| My little nigga Frogg dead, dog
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| They shot my little nigga in his head, dog
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| You heard what the fuck I just said, dog?
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| Walk inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog
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| If you seen your best friend stiff, you would cry too
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| Sometimes I don’t even wanna be a Piru
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| Then I think about it like, fuck everything blue
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| Who killed my motherfuckin' brother?
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| («I wanna know!»)
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| Who killed G man too? |
| The shit I seen men do
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| If I told you, I’d have me floating in some cement shoes
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| See Compton ain’t shit really
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| And I’ve been at the bottom of the pits, feel me?
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| I done had some real niggas try to kill me
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| Fake niggas in my crew
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| Crip niggas more loyal than a few of my Piru
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| I done been shot, had a surgery or two
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| Above the rim like Pac, I’m like birdie at the troops
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| I can’t lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat
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| Cause I don’t know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
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| Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross streets
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| And who gon' take it from me?
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| They think they know me
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| But they do not know me
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| Cause I do not know me
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| Who killed my homie?
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| I wanna know names
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| Click-clack explain
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| I can kill you but ain’t nothing gon' change
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| But I might do it anyway
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| You gonna die any way
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| I’m gonna die any way
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| We can go any day
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| It can be any day
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| But for you
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| Today is the day
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| Today is the day
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| I was playing Madden then I heard a knock
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| Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that forgot
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| Sometimes I thank God that I got set up
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| When you shot twice in the chest, it’s kinda hard to keep your head up
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| Suspect one: the homies never came to see me
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| Suspect two: Red hid my gun behind the TV
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| Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment
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| Shit started cause we fought and he couldn’t see me
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| There’s usually ten niggas in our dope spot
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| Cold ass night, I’m like a janitor at Wing Stop
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| I usually play Xbox with the gun cocked
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| I’m cool with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
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| Chest wide open, I’m tryna fight, but my lungs not
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| Hole in my chest bout the size of a kumquat
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| I know who shot me 'cause I shot them
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| But who set me up? |
| I ain’t tripping but—
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| («I wanna know!»)
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| They think they know me
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| But they do not know me
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| Cause I do not know me
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| Who killed my homie?
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| I wanna know names
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| Click-clack explain
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| I can kill you but ain’t nothing gonna change
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| But I might do it anyway
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| You gonna die any way
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| I’m gonna die any way
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| We can go any day
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| It can be any day
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| But for you
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| Today is the day
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| Today is the day
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| Let me tell you how I met my nigga Wack
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| Shit, he ain’t always have a nigga back
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| When I met him, he was standing behind Suge
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| And everything is all good when you banging for your hood
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| Compton
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| That nigga Wack got my number and came through
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| Now let me tell you the type of shit the Game do
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| He walked in the booth where I was spitting
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| Gave him ten thousand, couldn’t even finish his fuckin' sentence
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| I ain’t owe him shit, but real recognize real
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| Now we like two red-nosed Pits
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| Cross him, you gotta cross me
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| And don’t forget about where my nigga AR be
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| He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don’t give a fuck
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| Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the guts
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| Blood, what’s up? |
| Which one of you dumb mothafuckas wanna try us?
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| («I wanna know!») |