| Another one bit the dust
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| Another one bit the dust
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| Another one bit the dust
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| Another one bit the dust
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| Another one bit the dust, didn’t play by the rules
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| He was fooled for the jewels, then he got stuck
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| Another one’ll eat that, another one, another one, another one
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| And another one, another one, another one
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| The drama unfolds over diamonds and gold
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| Hard-knocks cooking rocks nigga over the stove
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| Low and behold, pet the red note, side bitches be dead those
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| Hood bitches be love though, let’s keep a one eye
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| Open for them cutthroats, uh-oh
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| Dollar van, carjack, thirty frame in that rap
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| In the back of the van, Snoop was Cat’s contact
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| Teterboro tarmac, trust me, I made the money off the rap
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| You see them platinum plaques? |
| We ain’t coming back
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| Just bought a Lucia for Eric, I ain’t forget that
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| Movie Star Vixens, they’re getting smashed from the back
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| Streets are action pack, the chronicles from the Stat, Stat, Stat
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| Don’t cross the gun line
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| On of top deck of the boat, getting a shoeshine
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| Taurus sided to his feet, cold victory
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| End up in the wrong side of town, you ain’t stickin me
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| Another one bit the dust
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| Didn’t play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels
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| Then he got stuck
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| Another one, another one, another one
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| Another one, another one, another one
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| Yeah
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| And another one
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| Hey yo, freezer burn that will numb your gum
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| Katy Perry swallowed cum
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| Patent niggas have fun
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| Bank deposits, walk-in closets
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| See robber dig in, all in my pockets
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| Citizen style, let’s take a walk through the projects
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| Caution: watch out for led flying objects
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| For hot-heads, wearing Kangols and mock necks
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| Caution: end up on World Star content
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| Intuitive minds are not immune to crime
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| in these cold, hard streets, laws get redefined
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| What’s yours is mine and what’s hers is mine too
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| Stick 'em. |
| porcupine
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| strip you in the back of the Ub'
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| niggas get smiley faces with rusty razors
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| she can’t bury her sons started a fund
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| ways that many men hit the dust
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| material items don’t mean much
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| meanwhile survival is a must
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| Another one bit the dust
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| Didn’t play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels
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| Then he got stuck
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| Another one, another one, another one
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| Another one, another one, another one
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| Yeah
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| And another one
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| Another one bit the dust
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| Didn’t play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels
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| Then he got stuck
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| Another one, another one, another one
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| Another one, another one, another one
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| Yeah
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| And another one |