| You better get yours, cuz i’mma get mine
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| With an automatic glock that’ll bust em' like 9 and 10 times
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| My (???) but we are gentlemen huh
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| Gimme my freestyle and pop that instrumental in
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| With a bounty on my head, and the county holdin' my mind
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| Angels grippin' my spine, dear lord, these are scandalous times
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| We livin' in revelations, nation against nation
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| Blood in the hood on the boat like Haitians
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| Me and little brother, we are runnin' for salvation
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| Everyday, comin' and facing temptation
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| Casin' joints, with the base and the point, the place with a dutch
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| Little joy, little souljah boy, you better keep your boys with no noise,
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| no voice, and (???) no choice
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| Runnin, we stop, you better watch the cops, you better get off the block
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| You mean to tell me that motherfuckers is still sellin' rocks?
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| And they mob with the glock, and they not (???)
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| Who do you think you are? |
| Dead in the heart
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| Dead man walking, man don’t even start
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| A tear for the above, but we thuggin' in the heart (???) with a sawed off
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| shotgun, let it spark, on the multitude, is that all you got?
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| Trying to shock the dude, and give him all he got
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| (???) in the heart
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| And laugh at him fast like (???) and the ark
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| Rubbin' the eye, you better hold that stash
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| Weeded out, and baby, even now
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| A poor child in the hood, no hood, no doubt, no wood, no mort, no dream,
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| no style
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| Ambulances, coroners, and some that never know no doors
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| Brain cartiledge up on that floor, it’s one friend, let me tell you one more
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| I say we (???)
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| Me runnin' from the popo, lost souls (???)
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| (???)This battle shield, spent check (???) a new millenium (???)
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| (???) Spit out your ass and y’all can breathe, we can leave
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| (???) That’s my (???), Never forget where we from, my parents was smoking weed
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| I piss on the tree (???) gun
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| After the rain the sun come (???) on my tongue like it’s a gun in my mouth
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| They said, my body (???) |