| Death upon me
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| Underground legend, still thuggin' like Bun B
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Underground, ayy, ayy
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| You better keep it humble when you speak to me, or I increase the fee
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| You can’t even get a fucking for free
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| About that action if you talking cheap with me
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| My time is money, social decency nigga
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| I’m bout that wave in the sea saw, balance like a see-saw
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| Don’t be involved 'cause we can see y’all’s frequency’s off
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| 'Cause life’s a bitch and I’m so deep I fell asleep in the sauce
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| How y’all be lying through your teeth, ain’t got no reason to floss
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| Let you keep the foreign, I be sliding in something with no computer in it
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| Even if ten niggas couldn’t maneuver in it
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| All my life is scripted, you just a movie critic
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| And if I had a bazooka I’d probably shoot you with it
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| Now pardon me, I’m playing, but part of me is saying
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| Play with me wrong and black parties in your plans
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| You wanna dance, you gotta send the second part of the advance
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| I got a plan to break out, y’all better pray I hardly get the chance
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| I had to learn the long, hard way
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| Nobody ever gave me a thing
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| Said I had to learn long, hard way
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Nobody ever gave me a thing, that’s right
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Still I’m constantly working, ain’t shit virgin
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| Young man slick with his words
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| I’m pimping that bitch with a purpose
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| Came from up under the dirt yet I’m still itching the surface
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| Ain’t shit certain but death, taxes, and niggas with curses
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| I the worst but nowadays got some shit you can purchase
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| the deals unless we signing them bitches in cursive
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| Come take the wheel, I need the word 'cause a nigga be swerving
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| Yeah I be sinning but I’m real so I feel I deserve it still
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| I had to learn the long, hard way
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| Nobody ever gave me a thing
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| Said I had to learn long, hard way
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Nobody ever gave me a thing, that’s right
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Underground legend, still thuggin' like Bun B
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Underground, ayy, ayy
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| Many, many, many men wish death upon me
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| Underground legend, still thuggin' like Bun B
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| Wish death upon me, many, many men wish
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| I’ma shoot you with a bazooka, you bitch (Yeah) |