| What you expected from his next of kin
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| I’m loco bro, but ain’t no Mexican
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| I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
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| A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I’m shittin
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| The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin
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| Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
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| How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
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| And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake
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| + (Notorious B.I.G.)
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| I’m here, I’m watching you (if I should die before I wake)
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| Love, the flesh, my blood’s pourin through (if I should die before I wake)
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| This, can be, reality (if I should die before I wake)
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| Wake, up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake)
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| My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!
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| On your mark, get set, when I spark you’re wet
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| Look how dark it get when you’re marked wit death
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| Should I, start your breath or should I let you die
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| If he start to cry, ask why?
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| Lyrically, I’m worshipped, don’t front, the word’s sick
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| You cursed it, but rehearsed it
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| I drop unexpectedly like bird shit
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| You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw T’s and show money
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| Don’t forget the publishin, I’m punishin
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| I’m done wit them, son I’m surprised you run wit them
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| I think they got cumin, cause they nothin but bitch
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| Tryna blow up like nitro wit dynamite sticks
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| Mad I smoke, but yo I rock diamonds that’s sick
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| Got paper off my flow, ride wit my own click
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| Take chicks to Cairo, layin wit yo' bitch
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| I know you playin you was rich
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| Fuck you prick, when I see you I’ma.
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| + (Notorious B.I.G.)
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| I am here, I’m watching you (when I see you I’ma.)
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| Love, the flesh, my blood’s pourin through (when I see you I’ma.)
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| This, can be, reality (when I see you I’ma.)
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| Wake, up, my dead face I see (when I see you I’ma.)
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| My dead face I see (when I see you I’ma.), my dead face I SEE!
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| When I see you I’ma. |
| when I see you I’ma. |