| Niggas want me dead, bitch nigga come slide
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| I’m right here on the X wit' this Glock .45
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| Been a year since you died, still dreamin' you alive
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| Tell that I’m lost when you look me in my eyes
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| Shit get real when you up in that field
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| I got the juice, I ain’t cute, but I keep the steel
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| Henny nights in Miami, I tote heat for real
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| In these streets for real
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| You don’t really want no beef for real
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| Cash money I’m a soldier
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| A hot boy, block boy, slidin' wit' that Glock boy
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| And I wouldn’t cuff yo' bitch 'cause she a tomboy
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| Tuck til' we slide down yo' block wit' that convoy
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| I don’t even know these niggas, why they talk so much?
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| A broke nigga get my verse then I don’t cost enough
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| Let this bitch bitch, I get sick and get to coughin' up
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| She wanna pay that choosin' fee then tell that bitch to offer up
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| When I look inside the mirror, don’t know what I see
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| Deep down I know the devil got control of me
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| The day Lamont died it left a hole in me
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| Why I’m losin' everybody that’s so close to me?
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| I feel alone wit' this pain like it’s only me |
| Got me thinkin', maybe this is how it supposed to be
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| Can’t let the devil keep controllin' me
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| If it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me
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| All black as I creep through the city
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| Know some niggas want me dead but they gotta come and get me
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| I been blankin' wit' this .40 but my Glock now hold 50
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| Caught a sucka up in traffic, introduced him to the city
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| Since 1998 I swear this street shit been in me
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| Lost my brother to a bullet, wish that bullet never hit 'em
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| I done fell out wit' some niggas, who used to gang wit' me
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| Last time I seen him he got slapped and we stripped him
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| On me, I coulda been played you niggas out
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| I tried to give you niggas life and help you niggas out
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| Been slidin' on them niggas on behalf of Tu
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| When it was me, Sheik and Tu, YB and Q
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| Shit get real when you up in them streets
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| Got me funkin' wit' some niggas I ain’t never meet
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| I was slidin', sendin' shots on behalf of Sheik
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| So I know I’ll die for him and he’ll die for me
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| When I look inside the mirror, don’t know what I see |
| Deep down I know the devil got control of me
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| The day Lamont died it left a hole in me
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| Why I’m losin' everybody that’s so close to me?
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| I feel alone wit' this pain like it’s only me
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| Got me thinkin', maybe this is how it supposed to be
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| Can’t let the devil keep controllin' me
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| If it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me
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| Niggas want me dead, bitch nigga come slide
|
| I’m right here on the X wit' this Glock .45
|
| Been a year since you died, still dreamin' you alive
|
| Tell that I’m lost when you look me in my eyes
|
| Shit get real when you up in that field
|
| I got the juice, I ain’t cute, but I keep the steel
|
| Henny nights in Miami, I tote heat for real
|
| In these streets for real
|
| You don’t really want no beef for real
|
| Cash money I’m a soldier
|
| A hot boy, block boy, ridin' wit that Glock boy
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| I don’t wanna cuff yo' bitch, she a tomboy
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| Tucked til' we slidin' on yo' block wit' that convoy
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| On me, let the devil keep controllin' me
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| Know they wouldn’t notice me
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| If it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me |
| When I look inside the mirror, don’t know what I see
|
| Deep down I know the devil got control of me
|
| The day Lamont died it left a hole in me
|
| Why I’m losin' everybody that’s so close to me?
|
| I feel alone wit' this pain like it’s only me
|
| Got me thinkin', maybe this is how it supposed to be
|
| Can’t let the devil keep controllin' me
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| If it wasn’t for the money they wouldn’t notice me |