| Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I will fear no evil -- for you are with me
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| Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
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| You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
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| You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
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| Surely goodness and love will follow me -- all the days of my life
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| And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever
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| Niggas in my faction don’t like asking questions
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| Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
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| Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
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| Hitting fanny, spending chips at Manny’s
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| Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
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| Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
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| 6 up in your wig piece, nigga decease
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| Muah, may you rest in peace
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| With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
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| Four-four and fifty-four draw
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| There’s my pilot, steers my Lear; |
| yes, my dear
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| Shit’s official, only the Feds I fear
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| Here’s a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
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| The kids, the dog, everybody dying — no lying
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| So don’t you get suspicious
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| I’m Big Dangerous you’re just a Lil Vicious
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| As I leave my competition, respirator style
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| Climb the ladder to success escalator style
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| Hold y’all breath, I told y’all — death controls y’all
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| Big don’t fold y’all, uhh
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| I spit phrases that’ll thrill you
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| You’re nobody til somebody kills you
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| You’re nobody til somebody kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| Watch Casino, I’m the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
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| Ask Nino, he know
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| Green with envy, the green tempts me
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| To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
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| Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
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| Live happily ever after in laughter
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| Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster
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| And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead
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| 3 of mine dead, nothing left to do
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| But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed
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| Incidents like this I take trips
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| Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)
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| Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour
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| Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore
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| Told me meet 'em in the future later, they’ll take me shopping
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| Buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
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| Introduce me to player haters and heavy weighters
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| Rich bitch shit, drinking Cristal
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| Til they piss the shit, uhh
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| Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches
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| Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me
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| Reminisce on dead friends too
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| You’re nobody til somebody kills you
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| You’re nobody til somebody kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| You can be the shit, flash the fattest five
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| Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
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| You ain’t worth spit, just a memory
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| Remember he used to drive the ch&agne Range
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| (I remember that)
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| Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
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| Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame
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| Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
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| I can’t recall his name, you mean that kid
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| That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
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| Getting his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine?"
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| A fucking shame, dude’s the lame, what’s his name?
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| Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?
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| You’re nobody til somebody kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| You’re nobody til somebody kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why)
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| You’re nobody, til somebody, kills you
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| (I don’t wanna die, God tell me why) |