| Woke up with fifty some odd niggas, bumping they gums
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| God I tried to be calm, but everywhere I go it’s like Vietnam
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| I tried to be Joseph McVey, but hey
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| Niggas be bringing the killer, back out of me everyday
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| The same niggas, I broke with and got fed with me
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| Stood behind the trigger, when the infrared lead hit me
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| In my conclusion, ain’t no such thing as a friend all I know
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| Homicides are homies plotting, trying to sniff off my ends
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| Like they a bloodhound, or a cuz-hound
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| Fuck you dollas, they’ll lay they blood or they cous' down
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| It’ll be the same nigga you be rolling with, and fucking with hoes
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| That’ll tell your woman you unfaithful, cause you fucking with hoes
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| Same nigga sit down to piss, unable to stand up straight
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| They the reason real niggas, doing time up-state
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| Talking to two 2−2 clips, cause they hustle is dead
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| The block is too hot for em, so they snitching to get they bread
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| It be the same one, claiming that he’s down for life
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| That’ll come, and lay you down tonight
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| Same nigga I retaliated fo', with 45's and K’s
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| The one that got me, doing time today no lie
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| Same nigga out of FED, running low on his bread
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| Same nigga, trying to get between my lil' mama legs
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| It be the same one you figured, was closest to ya
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| That’ll talk abot you, like he never knew ya
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| Pamnick State Jail, I got eight months to do
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| And it’s a trip, I see niggas banging for sodas and soups
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| In front of my eyes, I witnessed niggas get mad and bitch
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| If don’t nobody feed em, y’all niggas oughtta walk with a switch
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| I deliver blows to the nose, of my feminine foes
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| I promise I bet not see you fellas, at none of my shows
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| Talking down in a penalty, that could send you to the doctor
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| Touch you up, and try to fit you in your property locker
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| Now dig these blues, I heard that I was paying for protection
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| Ol' coward ass nigga, 35 bunk
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| I got speakers bigger than you, in back of my trunk
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| So I kick’s it with 21 and 44, and 29 bunk
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| Whoop the suffer spread, and watch the time rewind
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| His fellas hate us, cause we stay in the commissary line nigga
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| It be the same one screaming, that he’s down for life
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| That’ll set up a robbery, and lay me down tonight
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| That’s why I travel with my bitch only
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| Cause when she opens her mouth, niggas can’t click on me
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| Peep out the conversation of a chrome cop killer, drop niggas and bitches
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| These snitches got me cool, if they without niggas and bitches
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| Ain’t a thang changed, friends ain’t friends no more
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| I’m on the clock for Lil' James, Rap-A-Lot Mafia hard core
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| If you hang around smokers, you most likely to be one
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| I’ma hang around some money, cause I’m trying to get me some
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| Fucking with bitch niggas, jeopardizes my life and freedom
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| So I fuck’s with Grey D, gon scoop him up and then here we come
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| We infamous and keep doing, can’t stop the shit what we done
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| Relaxing is an action, that could make your life a rerun
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| That’s the reason, I roll around Houston with two or three guns
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| Z-Ro and anybody killer, respect it when you see one |