| I came up around the roughest of the rough necks, on corners with a bar
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| Shadow rocks and a Geniva real ready to go to war
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| We don’t love nothing ready to murder something on sight
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| Put it on my life, one of my foes’ll bite the bullet tonight
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| You see ths red light this beam, plus a murdering team
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| Thinking of even to coming and get you it’s the E and D
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| So what’s another murder nigga you brought this on yourself
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| I’ma do it to you slow and make you want to chrome yourself
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| You owe me something nigga don’t like you don’t owe me when you see me
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| I got killers looking to locate your bitch and bust freely
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| I’ma take another ass for it, to get a million
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| I be going against the grain slow living or living fast for it
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| Therefor I’ma mash for it, addicted to greed
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| I’m headfirst up in this dirty game my life is full speed
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| Trying to hog it all, bleed the block until the block drop
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| Screaming fuck y’all until a nigga fry
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| Gorilla till I die
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| Grill out, chill out from my cool reflection
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| Face spill out, fill out the room full of haters section
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| Reck’s aggression, cause this Frankiln got tossed
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| For reala gorilla these wars with an extra set of balls
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| Got to war down to the thug field with bombs suit up
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| But don’t talk to me, holla at my little thugs
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| If it’s Prada that you want then we got it by the way
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| But I won’t hesitate to seel you an underground tape
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| Fuck the straight and the narrow I be crooked than a bitch
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| Slide through the door sideways with a mask and some clips
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| With a dope dog, that I stole from the law
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| Make you slip up out of your clothes on the way to see your balls
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| Too down, too dirty, I’m all that shit
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| Don’t get caught in this movie when my mind start to trip
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| It’s a hit, hit by Mr. Crooked Profit
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| Gorilla till I die and can’t nann nigga stop it
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| My plans to be a millionaire done tripped and went elsewhere
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| Times pass, thangs change but me I’m stuck in nowhere
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| Now I done told the laws, when I found out be a little bit better off
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| Then worry about them white cars that keep passing by my house
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| And, rare digits, I’m speaking from experience
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| Thinking this might be the time for me to set it off
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| I’m lost and throwed so it seems it can’t still matches
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| Some bank heists, and aggravated terroristic jackers
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| Drama related but damn it I’ve been straight since 98
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| I put that life behind me and still trying to reach the gate
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| They say money is the key to success but can’t handle this
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| Without the paper on your hands it’s hard times and stress
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| No shit, I told you that I can handle it
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| But damn it, I’ll be damned if I’m gone let it handle me
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| I tell y’all what, I stay high, cause it keeps me from spilling away
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| It’s inside, I’m a gorilla till I die
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| Maybe I should try hitch hike cause too many niggas on my block
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| Trying to make a million pettiest songs in the same spot
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| Grab mentality of a sick nigga, anyway that I can get it
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| You better believe that I’m gone get it till I see a rich nigga
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| Remember my strategy, always bust first
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| In a situation me and Nina burst, leavin memeories on the streets
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| Heartless, with or without heat
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| Holding ground as if a nigga sporting cleats
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| Gorilla till I die cause I’ma be a hog, I want it all
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| Trying to ball until my final curtain call
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| If it means stepping on they toes they better be ready for my moves
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| But fucking recognize I’m a raw dog with a trunk full of 2's
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| Click for the ooz', my nigga we gone blast together
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| When it’s rough and tough we take it till we laugh together
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| Forever, we gone bleed the block until the block drops
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| Screaming fuck y’all until a nigga fry |