| You know, all the niggas I know that was told on
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| Yesterday’s, killers, today’s fuck niggas huh?
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| My lifestyle’s quite complicated
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| I’m an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated
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| I’m disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
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| That’s why fuck niggas and slap bitches never did like me
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| But Lord, if you’re listenin, please God forgive me
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| If I end up doin one of these niggas out to ruin me and kill me
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| But the devil leaves me only a few choices
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| I gotta kill him or he’ll kill me, y’all niggas don’t hear me
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| See y’all got choppers that’s splittin when these niggas
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| Go to sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!)
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| I’m just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain’t fuckin with a nigga
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| So why they fuckin with a nigga huh?
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| I guess it’s part of the strip, where you step out of line
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| Get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed
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| So let them niggas know I’ll never forget 'em
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| Through the rain sleet or snow, I’ll always remember yo
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| You never know, you never know
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| You never know, you never never know
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| You never know, you never know that
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| Know that. |
| (know that.)
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| And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit
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| Some of the shit I couldn’t have, I wouldn’ta have
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| If the niggas wouldn’ta took it
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| I wanted things my momma couldn’t afford
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| And that’s crazy, cause as a little shorty
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| It made me even want it more
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| But now the police got the spot hot
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| Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine
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| And some sets up a reverse thang; |
| what makes it worse
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| Is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team
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| I heard how bad them boys really want me
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| But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey
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| After all, I done exposed a few of they rats
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| And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back
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| And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em
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| Two times convicted felon so, ain’t much I can sell 'em
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| Plus I’m a slug and my third strike’s my whole life
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| I know the money’s lovely but hell I’ll hold tight cause
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| (One murder comin right up)
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| Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars
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| And wearin wires around they collars
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| Yo, y’all fuck niggas I’ll stop ya
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| And I declare war on any pussy boy
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| And tell his momma his son a whore
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| Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for
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| See the Boogie Man’s got a backup plan
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| And I’ll, back up sprayin, so y’all don’t act up man
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| I was just a law-abidin citizen
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| And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it
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| See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck
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| Of young stupid muh’fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya
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| And all they need is a minute in the clear
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| Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance
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| So y’all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em
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| The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches
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| You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
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| Why? |
| Cause real niggas never tell, c’mon |