| Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me don’t want to go to jail
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| I’m tired of getting arrested G I know i’m spitting when i’m sell crack
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| but to a young nigga like me
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| a G ain’t no turning back
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| trying to settle down is hopeless
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| when a nigga and a old lady and a baby
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| I can’t cope with it a chance is something that I never had
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| I’m standing on this corner
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| I got my rocks in a skittles bag
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| can’t make a move without my boy
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| I wear a bulletproof vest
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| and watch my back because i’m paranoid
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| you know the ghetto is a trap
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| i’m not Tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
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| raise like a criminal but born a bastard
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| visions of a jail or a grave
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| a closed clasket
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| reminizing about my murder friends
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| but i’m proud of selling drugs
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| providing my family with these dividends
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| my nose bad nigga like a rock star
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| tired of swolling dope
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| everytime I see a cop car
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| can’t leave this spot
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| till all my fuckin crack gone
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| six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home
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| cause i’m a nigga on the run
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| if you talk that shit
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| i’m going to have to get my damn gun
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| cause I can’t take no chances
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| either me or you going to die
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| i guess that will be your last dance
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| Chorus (Master P)
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| your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
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| fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood’s spill
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| on the wall
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| (Master P)
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| Blood on my palm
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| and I pack a glock
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| for these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot
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| (Mia X)
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| But Mia X got your back P cause ain’t no bitch nor these kince
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| aren’t ever going to fade me
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| (Master P)
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| And if you step to us killers
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| then you dead
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| cause I sleep with a HK
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| Tre-8 then missed it in for red
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| (Mia X)
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| Another braud ass nigga
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| on this back then if it is on your mind
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| then we got this second line in for you
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| (Master P)
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| In for you
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| what about you and you
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| don’t fuck with my crew
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| cause i’ll do your hoe too
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| bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever
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| (Mia X)
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| So the crowd better start ducking
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| cause these No Limit TRU Soldiers
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| still ain’t finish fuckin busting
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| (Master P)
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| Won’t leave no witneses to talk about it Mr. Serv-On got life insurance
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| and i’m bout it bout it
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| (Mia X)
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| Now don’t talk about the way we do this
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| and bitches think they prepared to do this
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| prepare to eat some bullets
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| (Master P)
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| So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth
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| ain’t no butterflying on the floor
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| but may you rest in peace
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| I’m waking up in cold sweats
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| I just realized
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| It wasn’t a dream
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| I shot that fool in the drive by another victim of the dope game
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| that nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine
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| a lot of pride
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| a lot of heart
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| so how you figure
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| my rep was on the line
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| of course i had to kill that nigga
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| crepped up on him playing basketball
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| rolled down the window
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| and I shot that bitch with my soud off
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| i’m kind of crazy you can’t get me a lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me
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| I’m bout the dope pushing money grope
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| just got out of jail
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| and already back slanging dope
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| my daddy wasn’t there for me G and my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of three
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| so don’t ask me why i’m heartless son
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| cause I was raised by some killers
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| so i guess I gots to be one
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| I’m down for whatever
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| murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather
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| my girl said i won’t live long
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| i’m sick because I itilize Scarface and Al Kapone
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| Won’t none of these niggas don’t understand me Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G so don’t fuck with TRU man
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| and if you do this will be your last dance |