| Yeah
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| Swiff D…
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| I like this
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| Go
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| My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah
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| With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard
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| Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard
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| Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north
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| But I say «always, all praise to my god»
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| Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car
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| Red bandana tied 'round the rod
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| Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star
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| All red bottoms lookin' like I walked on the scene
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| Homicide diamonds with the pistol
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| Young nigga came up still runnin' from the system
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| Caught his homeboys stealin' out the pack so he clipped 'em
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| Feelin' down, need somebody for to lift him
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| He been fightin' with his girl 'cause he say that they don’t feel him
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| Momma say that he got drugs in his system
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| New image, old me, said they missed him
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| How the fuck I’m supposed to act when my father in prison
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| Tell another nigga listen, back then I ain’t listen
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| Real Blood with some young niggas 'round me Crippin'
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| With some old heads out of jail leave a nigga missin'
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| Lot of money but they still don’t understand how I’m livin'
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| From the streets to the can, either way I’m livin'
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| Boomer rip a nigga up one second in a minute
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| Tell a nigga hit me up if he really got tension
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| My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah
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| With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard
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| Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard
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| Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north
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| But I say «always, all praise to my god»
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| Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car
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| Red bandana tied 'round the rod
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| Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star
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| What I say? |
| Press the button in the door, open up
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| Let my nigga out the whip, ain’t no shootin' out the Wraith
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| Got the back and the front sewed up
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| Tell him spin around the block right before you catch a play
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| Came home started selling ayay
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| Got some dog food on me with some Ac' in the case
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| Got a K right in my home if you run in my place
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| Put a bullet in his dome, watch it exit his face
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| On my knees prayin' to God tellin' him I’m goin' home if I don’t live up to
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| goin' hard
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| One night I ain’t go home, girl actin' crazy 'cause she mad that I’m livin'
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| like a star
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| Bitch I’m straight up out them trenches, I ain’t never had a heart
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| Ain’t no plug, ain’t no socket, I ain’t never had a car
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| And you want them fancy things so you better play your part
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| Told that bitch you don’t work then I swear you gon' starve
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| My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah
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| With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard
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| Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard
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| Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north
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| But I say «always, all praise to my god»
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| Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car
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| Red bandana tied 'round the rod
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| Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star |