| Don’t nobody wanna die, but everybody wanna ball
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| Somebody gotta go when them killers call (dang)
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| You know it’s in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
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| You can get away with it, if you don’t abuse it — the streets talk
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| Now be smart cause that heat coming
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| And if they know that you did it you betta keep running (run nigga!)
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| I think I see something, there go my enemy
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| Only Lord knows what this nigga fin' to be
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| Ten a ki' still the price, this is real — if you’re looking
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| Might give it to you for five, depend on if I took it
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| Nigga anything go, my shop never close
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| From the nickels and the dime to the whole KILO
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| The real niggas feel me, the haters wanna kill me
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| But I’m holding down my city, me and this nine milli'
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| Why you throwing bricks and hiding your head, homey I know where you hang
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| Ain’t no thing for me to walk up, and let that chopper go
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| Now all the gangstas pray
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| Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me
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| Somebody out there gotta feel me
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| Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me
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| Somebody out there gotta feel me
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| Just think if I ain’t empty the clip and he killed me
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| Would I still be living, would my homeboys miss me?
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| How many niggas bust they gun when they have to
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| Don’t need no ski-mask when it’s time to get at you
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| I’m glad you didn’t see what it looked like when we left
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| Brain fragments for shotgun blasting, 'll take a nigga breath
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| It’s death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
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| Poppa wasn’t around but that shit didn’t bother me
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| I’ll probably be in the penitentiary
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| But I’ll play the cards that the dear Lord sent to me, the whole truth
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| I use this booth to speak to my thug niggas
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| Why you mad at me? |
| The government’s the drug dealers (fo' sho')
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| Before I let these police keep harassing me
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| This rookie-ass cop gon' have to blast me
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| He asked me for identification, I looked at him and laughed
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| He made a move and I heard a blast, that’s what you get bitch (boom!)
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| It’s going down around here nigga
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| Get your motherfucking head bust
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| The motherfucking street lights go out
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| And them real niggas come out
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| All the bitch niggas go in the house
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| Shit is not a game man
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| Don’t fuck around and lose your brain
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| And ay, all my real niggas pray
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| Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me
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| Somebody out there gotta feel me
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| Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me
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| Somebody out there gotta feel me
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| Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me
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| Somebody out there gotta feel me
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| Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me
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| Somebody out there gotta feel me |