| Nigga.
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| Bitch niggas turnin state, you understand
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| Nigga, them people 'n shit
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| Look.
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| I woke up it’s mail call and it’s one of my dawgs
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| Keepin me posted 'bout this one nigga who tellin it all
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| Nigga done turned snitch, and he tellin it all
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| Tellin them people for on every nigga that ball
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| He done got Joe busted, «The Twins,» and Bo
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| People caught 'em down bad movin ki’s of that snow
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| At the warehouse, the one cross the lake
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| Where the yachts at, you know, Paco’s Place
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| They gotta hundred bricks, ten Chinese eggs
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| A halfa million dollars all wit' big heads
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| All four facin time in the FEDs
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| Got conspiracy charges, and drug traffickin
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| Now tell me that ain’t fucked up, nigga playin it raw
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| Tellin everything on what he heard and what he saw
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| He gotta get touched up, what chu say
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| I say what chu say, I’m wit' that all the way
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| I gotta letter from that world
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| And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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| Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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| Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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| I gotta letter from that world
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| And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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| Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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| Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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| Well what do ya know, it’s the second day in a row
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| But this time I got another letter from my ho
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| She tellin me 'bout another cat
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| And I’m fucked up 'cause I know 'em from way back
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| I mean way back
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| He took a plea to get back on the streets
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| Gave up the boss man and the rest of his peeps
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| Informed 'bout the murders that happened two years
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| The one in the Nolia and one in the Calio
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| Where nigga they score from, the day and the time
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| Singin like a bird straight droppin a dime
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| Nigga done skipped town, ducked off somewhere
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| 'Cause he know a nigga know he ain’t playin it fair
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| Nigga talkin 'bout doin 'em somethin
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| Catch his ass down bad and put two in his mellon
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| Said them niggas ain’t silent no more
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| They 'posed to take they lick and run 'n not cry like a ho
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| I gotta letter from that world
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| And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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| Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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| Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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| I gotta letter from that world
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| And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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| Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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| Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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| This my third letter, it’s my dawg again
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| He givin a nigga low on a nigga named, Ben
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| Told me Ben was a O.G. |
| who been in the game
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| Been around for awhile, and he been had change
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| But come to find out nigga workin wit' the FEDs
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| And how I find out, I gotta low from Chaz
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| Say that nigga there mouth straight loose like bowels
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| Can’t hold water on his chest, he be playin it foul
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| Bitch nigga be singin like he at church or somethin
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| And former number one gotta get murked, lil cuzzin
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| YESSS, look
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| Gotta get murked, lil cuzzin
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| Let 'em swim wit' the fish, Quick murk the puppy
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| Nigga ain’t no dawg 'cause a dawg is silent
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| A dawg keep it ghetto, he don’t tell on nobody
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| This shit fuckin my head up bad
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| Nigga turnin state, straight workin wit' the FEDs
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| I gotta letter from that world
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| And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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| Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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| Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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| I gotta letter from that world
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| And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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| Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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| Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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| Ain’t this cold, these niggas ain’t silent no more
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| They be 'round FEDs, ya heard me
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| It be ya own niggas, ya heard me
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| Gotta watch these niggas, ya heard me
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| Niggas’ll turn state, ya heard me
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| They ain’t 'bout doin no time
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| They shouldn’t do no crime, ya heard me
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| You understand, I’ma take my lick
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| You understand, nigga talkin 'bout he gon' be silent |