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| Run up if you want to nigga
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| Blues ain’t the way that I lose
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| How I get gray hair
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| Take a bruisin the way I been bruised
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| And you’ll see why I don’t care
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| Respect my mind — cause I’ll kill you nigga
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| Bitch I’ll kill you niggas, you better
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| Respect my mind — cause I’ll kill you niggas
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| Cause I will kill you nigga
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| Cause I don’t wanna feel
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| Someone else’s weapon… so
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| I load my AK, don’t think I won’t spray
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| You bitch niggas gon' lay, you won’t catch me runnin
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| When — I load my AK, don’t think I won’t spray
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| You bitch niggas gon' lay, you won’t catch me runnin
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| When…
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| I become a soldier when it’s war time
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| That’s all I really know cause all I’ve had are hard times
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| And ain’t nobody really down with me, I’m on my own
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| Duckin and dodgin infrareds aimin for my dome
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| I got enemies in every state, city and hood
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| Plus my relationship with my friends ain’t no good
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| Therefore I roll with Katie cause she’s a bad bitch
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| One squeeze ten motherfuckers bleed and need a casket
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| No need to reload, I promise I’ma drop 'em all
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| Screamin «Remember me?» |
| as motherfuckers stop and fall
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| Ain’t no remorse, ain’t no love in my life cycle
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| Cause when your family out to get you it be twice as vital
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| I’m not tryin to be a statistic of a loved one
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| Call me relentless but I won’t hesitate to slug one
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| That’s on my momma, trust nobody from friends to my kin
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| For the slightest disrespect I’ma commit another sin
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| When I…
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| Tragedies happen in my world everytime I breathe
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| So I’m paranoid and trigger happy until I leave
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| I got a 357, a 45, and a gauge
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| But Ms. Katie put mo' motherfuckers on the front page
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| If I gotta pull a trigger I’ma shoot to kill
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| Not tryin to hurt ya, I’ma try to leave you stiff as steel
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| Cause I ain’t tryin to watch my back when I’m out in public
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| So when I blast that’s yo' ass you went out and dusted
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| But I’m not tryin to send the wrong message to the kids
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| I’m just sayin even if you young they’ll stil split ya wig
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| And I’d be wrong if I told you to let a nigga do ya
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| I practice what I preach and ride with much more then a Ruger
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| I guess the Lord’ll deal with me at the end of time
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| I’m not a killer but motherfuckers gon' respect my mind
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| That’s on my momma, trust nobody from friends to my kin
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| For the slightest disrespect I’ll put ya spirit in the wind
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| When I… |