| Silly girl to be a fool
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| You didn’t play the golden rule
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| Cause once you’re through with one world
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| There’s another waiting there
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| Y’all motherfuckers walk around like you got a wire
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| My watch face the same size as a Ducati tire
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| Everybody hit the deck when the shotty fire
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| Vinnie give your team problems like I’m Stoudemire
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| Your fam should be ashamed of you still
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| This ain’t a cookout but Vinnie put the flame to your grill
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| You claim to be real but y’all just end up painfully killed
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| My four-fifth is vicious, cold enough for Satan to chill
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| I don’t give a fuck cousin, everybody can fry
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| Everyone could be a victim, everybody could cry
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| Only a real man look another dead in the eye
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| And tell him that he only got like twenty seconds to die
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| I’m slow but I realise that’s my best pace
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| My voice raw, when I spit it crack through my chest plate
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| I ain’t the type of motherfucker to test fate
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| The type of motherfucker to increase the arrest rate
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| Streets fucked up suffering bad
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| There’s no kush, motherfuckers stuck hustling skag
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| Yeah, same ones get stuck with the mag
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| Hard rock turn to rubble cause he’s fucking a fag
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| Silly girl to be a fool
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| You didn’t play the golden rule
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| Cause once you’re through with one world
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| There’s another waiting there
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| I’mma go hard 'tll nothing is left
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| Till there’s nothing left in the world, nothing but death
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| And the .38 tucked in my vest
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| And I stare at my guns like they’re a pair of voluptuous breasts
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| I don’t care, I’ll take one in my chest
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| If it means seeing my father again and maybe touching his flesh
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| I’ll walk around with thirty guns in my sweats
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| If it means that I’m eating and my mother eating, son of success
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| I see the world different than y’all
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| I have more determination and persistence than y’all
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| It’s probably why I have such a resistance to y’all
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| It’s probably why I been so much more consistent than y’all
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| It’s business-involved, I’m everything that you could possibly dream
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| I’m a mathematician, I’m a vision, I’m a machine
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| Know what I mean? |
| I roll with brothers pushing rock to the fiends
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| Roll with brothers who love their mothers, stay on top of their Deen
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| Louie Dogs rap harder than most
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| And I got something that rearrange your face and turn your pop to a ghost
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| You get rocked with the toast
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| And I make you put your hands up like people that are talking in quotes
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| Silly girl to be a fool
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| You didn’t play the golden rule
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| Cause once you’re through with one world
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| There’s another waiting there
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| Silly girl to be a fool
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| You didn’t play the golden rule
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| Cause once you’re through with one world
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| There’s another waiting there |