| 9pm, spent the day in the lab
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| So exhausted
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| Creeping when I pull up to the pad right
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| I popped the car, took the L right out of the stash
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| Checked the mail cause I’m hearing that the label sent a bag
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| As I’m walking up the stairs
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| I saw it crystal clear
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| Somebody in the kitchen creeping low behind a chair
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| I try not to react so they don’t know that I’m aware
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| So I pretend that forgot my keys
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| That the best store
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| Stretched to the garage
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| I know where to make my next call
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| My homie Mark got me lucky that he is living next door
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| Back to back, my only backup ain’t answering
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| I grab a pistol and then I hit and start panicking
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| Deep breaths
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| I creep up to the side
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| I don’t know how many could be inside
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| But I got to make up my mind
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| This ain’t a heist cuz they saw me arrive and didn’t leave
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| I think somebody wants me to die
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| But nah, I ain’t going out tonight
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| Better got the heart to fight
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| This my house, so technically you know I got the right
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| Peeped to the window, they might be a couple more
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| With only three rounds
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| I think I might need a couple more
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| Turned the nob, boy I hope this backdoor don’t squeeze
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| Wifey told me I should fix this backdoor all week
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| Slide through only stepping bout four more feet
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| I’m trying to listen out for more feet
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| I’m paranoid as I hesitate around
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| Waiting for the slighest sound
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| Ready for someone to popup
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| Tell anybody down
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| I know why would have a target
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| This included with the crown
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| I was born and raised here
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| I ain’t never skipping town
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| Already cleared a couple rooms
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| And I don’t see no one, huh
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| Maybe they left when they seen my gun
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| Until I heard a ringtone from a cellphone rang
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| Thought to myself
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| How could anybody be so dumb
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| I started to heading that direction
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| Using all my discretion
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| Checking mirrors on the wall
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| Trying to see off the reflection
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| Arms out
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| I’m just following the weapon
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| Almost done the living room’s
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| The only place I haven’t checked in
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| And I know it wasn’t wise
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| I just sharpened up my eyes
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| Knowing this could be a trap
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| But I was fueling off the pride
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| Thinking about to layout
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| And the places they could hide
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| Let’s end this
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| I hit the switch and then I ran into
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| «SURPRISE!» |