| At night I can’t seem to get no sleep
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| Addicted to indo and Hennessy,
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| I’m stressed homes, got my vest on,
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| Let’s hit the streets time to put the vest on,
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| Friday night and I’m chillin with my baby in a black 600 Lorenzo’s on And I’m all up on them thighs, smokin on doja,
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| So I guess I didn’t see them niggas behind me,
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| We at the stop light 'Get our your car nigga',
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| Before I exit, they start to pullin triggas,
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| So now I’m duckin and divin try to survivin,
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| All I can hear is gun shots and crying,
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| Then in an instant, the crying stopped,
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| Look at my Benz all my windows bucked out,
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| I see my girlfriend layin on the asphalt bleedin lookin dead at me,
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| All I can say is…
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| Bye bye baby,
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| I can’t believe it, these niggas done shot my baby,
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| The only thing that make me go crazy, somebody gonna feel my 380,
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| My my baby won’t live to see it,
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| It’s gonna be murder I guarantee it,
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| You already had it comin boy for steppin to me,
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| But yall shouldn’t have fucked with my baby
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| Now I met her at the Beverly and she was the bombest,
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| She had me goin nigga, I’m gonna be honest
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| And she was stacked with big bags behind her,
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| Matter of fact she kinda looked a little like Tyra,
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| All the niggas use to stop when they seen her,
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| Dressed in black, laid back demeanor,
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| Nigga she gone now, and I’m all upset,
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| I’m like a grown child, I want my baby back,
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| But now it’s on pal, all things behind us,
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| I’m gonna take you where no one can find ya,
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| Mind ya, I’m about to go crazy,
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| Gimme my baby, gimme my baby!
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| Now I try not to think about al lthe things that we did together,
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| We made the bedroom walls shake from in the living room,
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| I was so infatuated with everything you do,
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| Somebody took you away from me with a shell or two,
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| And I’m gonna ride, cause that’s what the hell I do,
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| Gonna be some madness tellin you,
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| This shells’for you,
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| What they wanna do |