| First of the month up early
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| Bone and my chucks ain’t dirty
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| Wrong holy ghost don’t go stomp in the war zone lurking
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| When them niggas asking questions bout to catch ya nonsense
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| At cha throat like it’s over then hop up in that Bronco
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| On ya head so be careful you tell you head honcho
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| Habanero on steroids you know them bullets hot hoe
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| Don’t be silly that really don’t mean ya man Macho
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| Savages bad as half of these niggas wearing dark clothes
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| Heart cold vato got those stop playing ah mane
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| So sane cocaine K-9's get down ah mane
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| The devils dance wit us, ate cha face a tarantula
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| Etoufee wita candle and camera, cash can’t imagine us
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| Ancestors voices in my head like don’t embarrass us
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| A product probably the hardest just not aware of it
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| That nigga feelin' himself he gon' feel the air in it
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| You think you leaving wit Jesus that’s not a guarantee
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| Who shot cha?
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| S’good question
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| Good question
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| Hardly ever pray
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| Something still bless him
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| Steel on my side while I’m whippin' that wheel, Yea
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| Tool on my niggas that do know the drill, Yea
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| No love for snitches dat dem no foreal, Yea
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| Shots off you pop off it’s kill or be killed, Yea
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| Who shot cha?
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| S’good question
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| Good question
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| Hardly ever pray
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| Something still bless him
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| (Verse 2): T. F
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| Killa
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| Who shot cha?
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| Stuck in intensive, under 2 doctors
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| If ya flat line, I salute shottahs
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| If ya don’t die, double bak pop em'
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| Ya ya
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| That’s what cha betta do
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| Meanwhile nigga get the revenue
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| Don’t let that on sight shit pressure you
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| Catch a nigga slippin, show a nigga what Beretta do
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| Ya Ya
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| Look at me now, started wit nickels and dimes, Yea
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| Look at me now, now I cut kilos and pounds
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| Who shot cha?
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| If he still living you muffins
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| I don’t wan' hear shit but bustin'
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| Until then you soft as a puppy
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| Who shot cha?
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| Steel on my side while I’m whippin' that wheel, Yea
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| Tool on my niggas that do know the drill, Yea
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| No love for snitches dat dem no foreal, Yea
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| Shots off you pop off it’s kill or be killed, Yea
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| Woo
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| Who shot cha?
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| S’good question
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| Good question
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| Hardly ever pray
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| Something still bless him
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| Woo |