| Mama used to say: «Watch your friends», cause they be fake as fuck
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| Niggas smilin' in my face, I’m knowin' they hate my guts
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| They hate the way I bust, hate the way I strut
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| They wanna take my stuff, kill a nigga to make a buck
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| They even hate the way I fuck, cause I fuck they ho’s
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| When I bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
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| Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
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| My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
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| I give it to 'em raw, regaurdless of what squad
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| I’ma hit 'em hard if they get envolved, break them niggas off
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| Let 'em know I’m rollin' with god, roll with the MOB
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| If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
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| Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
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| Fuck try’na hold haah, I sold rock, I sold haah
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| From the thug spot, coke spot, post up, and tote Glocks
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| Got it if you snort haah, got it if you smoke rocks
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| It don’t stop late, niggas get dropped from labels
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| For fuckin' with a nigga that’s hot and fatal
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| I’m like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler
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| Nursery rhyme niggas, still ridin' beach cruisers
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| Dude, I see through you, cause you’re plastic
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| Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
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| Fuck the last album, this a classic
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| Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
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| By them niggas tatted with dragons
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| I’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a nigga ball like y’all
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| With platinum plaques on my wall?)
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| But y’all niggas platinum, what’s mine? |
| (they don’t wanna nigga to shine at all
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| They wish a young nigga would fall)
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| Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
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| World’s most hated nigga, nigga
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| Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
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| World’s most hated nigga, nigga
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| You need to quit it, all I got is 6 digits, you got meal tickets
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| Talk slick in your raps, and pillow talk to bitches
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| Y’all niggas ought to quit it, god’s my witness
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| Or face the consequences, like when Eryka Badu sparks an inscent
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| You 'bout to get lalla-byed, rock-a-byed
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| Popped the guy, shot the guy, then went in the pockets of his Karl Kani’s
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| Robbed the guy, got the guy, don’t forget to dot your eyes
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| Cross me, you got to die, I’mma ride
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| MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE PAC ALIVE!
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| The Thug lord, prophesize, bring the west back
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| Shit on them niggas with no ex-lax
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| Make them bitches eat, check that
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| Then put my tape in, make them niggas respect that
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| And stop P.H.in', and congratulatin' the nigga they facin'
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| Who went from section 8, to makin' money, listen to revelations
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| And Jags and Navigations, Playstation, stay breakin'
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| Platinum deuce, conversations to rule a thug nation
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| I’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a nigga ball like y’all
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| With platinum plaques on my wall?)
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| But y’all niggas platinum, what’s mine? |
| (they don’t wanna nigga to shine at all
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| They wish a young nigga would fall)
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| Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
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| World’s most hated nigga, nigga
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| Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
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| World’s most hated nigga, nigga
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| Come with me, go toe to toe with me
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| Still the king of the O. would be that nigga smokin' weed
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| Y’all wanna be soulja’s sweet like potpouri
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| I crust your fuckin' text like a buldozer go hungry like vultures be
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| Fake niggas wish they never spoke on me
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| Or said shit about that thug nigga, leavin' they head split, detted
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| I’ll make you muthafuckaz regret it, get wetted with the gun
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| For try’na gas me like unleaded, I ain’t the fuckin' one, one, one
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| So take that gum out your ass hole
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| First round, T.K.O. |
| his ass like «Glass Joe»
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| I lash you, harass you, thrash you
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| Smash you, blast you, I put holes in your shirt like cash do
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| I probably have to stop to find his ass too
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| Hit the avenue, in his strip, bullet proof Nav. |
| too, if niggas was after you
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| Try’na catch you niggas, jack you for puttin' a nigga name in your raps,
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| fool (fag you!)
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| Well, that’s your ass, dude
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| I’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a nigga ball like y’all
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| With platinum plaques on my wall?)
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| But y’all niggas platinum, what’s mine? |
| (they don’t wanna nigga to shine at all
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| They wish a young nigga would fall) |
| Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
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| World’s most hated nigga, nigga
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| Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated
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| World’s most hated nigga, nigga
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| There you have it, another muthafuckin' classic
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| Nigga, you ride Bentley’s (Bentley's), not Mercedes (Not Mercedes)
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| Bentley’s (Bentley's), nigga quit trippin' on me, bitch
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| Quit hatin' on me, bitch, you got all the fuckin' money, nigga
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| I ain’t the fuckin' one, one, one
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| Nigga, Regime Life, what? |
| what? |
| Regime Life
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| My nigga Mad Max: Regime Life
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| My nigga LQ: Regime Life
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| My nigga Phats Boss: Regime Life
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| My nigga Ke Ke: Regime Life
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| My nigga C-Bo: Regime Life
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| My nigga Diesel Don: Regime Life
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| My nigga Gov Matic: Regime Life
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| Fuck hater niggas, you niggas be bitin' songs, niggas be hatin' niggas
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| Y’all got all the money, man, make room for the young niggas
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| Let us get some paper, nigga, sit your ass down, nigga, be executive, nigga
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| Do your thug thang, nigga, and I’mma do mine
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| You stay out my fuckin' way, and I’mma stay out your way, you bitch
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| Regime Life, done deal… |