| Uhh…
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| Young Noble how you do that shit?
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| Imma show you how nigga
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| Uhh…
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| We live for the rush cock it and bust who askin' for us
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| Who giving a fuck down on yo luck hand me down chucks
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| Come around and get stucked, bitch what? |
| Sittin' ducks lift the cuffs
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| Hit 'em up you gon' blitz and drop
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| Aye yo they got me peepin' the whole scene like come clean
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| Hold it in my jeans all I’d ever dreamed fiends get beat like Rodney King
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| Brand new T. V won’t cost a thing
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| I tuck mine unda' here won’t floss a thing
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| Yo you niggas bad dope sad and broke a laugh and joke with my folks
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| Have a toast with my folks cause shit get hard
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| You only got two choices better listen to God
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| Piss in the yard Imma dog tryna cleanse the block
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| My man needed a hand so a lent a shot
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| Snitch a cop, who you think I’m talkin to nigga?
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| We got souljahs with no problems talkin to nigga
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| Darker the nigga vision dearly departin' a nigga
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| Homey life is what you make it qou can take it or leave it
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| Break it or beat it now how you gon' taste it and eat it
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| Let’s make it a secret and play it to keep it
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| Vegas on a weekend ride heated cause his niggz is creepin
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| My range decent hidden by a longshot
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| Niggas in the game sad it’s over when the Lawz drop
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| You ain’t neva lied niggas neva tried to harm us
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| We like piranhas in this world of drama respect the karma
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| I ride U ride
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| Nigga we all ride
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| I’m high U high
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| Nigga we all high
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| I try U try
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| Nigga we all try
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| On the grind everyday tryna race time
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| Lit up a dust kick up some dust
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| Leave it to us everything ain’t even enough to even us up
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| Leavin 'em slump I’m lyrically seekin' the crush
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| Now you bleedin' for what high speedin' for what
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| Eatin 'em up we swingin' the cut
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| Do or thang then what hell naw you can’t swing wit us
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| I rock this with strategist and polish this
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| Obviously holy you’ll see N.O.B.L.E
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| But don’t get it fucked up cause I’ll cock the four
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| The greatest rapper who ever lived was Pac Shakur
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| Ya niggas got to be out cha mind
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| This shit wouldn’t be going on if the Don was alive
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| But now it’s our time and we gon' share some light
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| How come somethin' so wrong feel oh so right
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| It’s like my days is my nights and my pain come to life
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| And the change is the price for the rage in my heart
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| On the stage in the dark tryna find my way
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| Ain’t no time to play either rise or lay
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| Tryna race time, we in a race for our life
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| Uhh… this goes out to all the locked up soldiers
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| Tryna race time
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| Hold it down Outlaw |