| I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights
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| And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take
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| another life
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| I’m tired of hidin' form the 5−0 cause these fools scope me
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| nightly
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| I’m changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah
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| spike lee
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| This shit ain’t fake i gotta break
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| And get the fuck back on this murder case
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| For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain’t
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| no fun when it’s real
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| Them cops can’t roll to Triple Six so no lord can save’em
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| I try to least stay after but now i ask for another favor
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| One of my homies died, two of my niggah’s in the J. C
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| But now I ask of you first power bring them back to me
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| We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops
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| But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
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| Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I’m grilled
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| Bitch cause (?) glock nine with no love, killah’s from the south
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| gotta peel
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| Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one
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| still leg
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| locked
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| Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah’s, you
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| bitches
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| You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.
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| This shit is on, I’m scopin' out this fool that I don’t like
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| Who fucked me out some money
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| (What how I squash this shit)
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| Wait till the night
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| I’m gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
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| Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed
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| First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me
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| some
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| Or O’ll make your body numb bitch
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| I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit
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| Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin'
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| heart
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| You gonna meet this sick |