| They say two wrongs don’t make a right
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| But if its my blood, someone has to die
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| Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
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| Either my life or your life
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| They say two wrongs don’t make a right
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| But if its my blood, someone has to die
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| Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
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| This is either my life or your life
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| Either my life or your life
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| Either my life or your life
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| Anybody trying to stop my shine got to get it
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| I’ll admit it
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| If my life on the line then we 187 whoever I’m with it
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| I’m talking about murder we did it
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| And the nerve of you critics
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| To think something of me and judge me if I shoot and murder these niggas
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| They murdered my dad and converted me menace
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| So when they come serve me my sentence
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| I bet I won’t tell them a word of my business
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| I’ll rot in that cell 'til they burn me my nigga
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| And it hurt me my nigga to see my day ones acting thirsty 'bout bitches or money
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| I cut off 'bout thirty of my niggas
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| Had thoughts about murking my niggas
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| Cause it be the closest of niggas that change on you quick and know most of
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| your business
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| I put this on Snupe ya the ghost of my nigga
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| I would’ve rode hearse with you niggas
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| So its either my life or your life
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| If it don’t go right, gun to your face so you know right
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| I won’t do you dirty, get hit with this four twice
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| So pray up and hold tight my nigga
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| They say two wrongs don’t make a right
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| But if its my blood, someone has to die
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| Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
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| Either my life or your life
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| They say two wrongs don’t make a right
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| But if its my blood, someone has to die
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| Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
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| This is either my life or your life
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| Either my life or your life
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| Either my life or your life
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| Two wrongs, you lost me when you crossed me
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| You put me in the feds arm reach
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| Call from my home out in Palm beach
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| They’ll lay you in the wall of croncrete
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| My niggas ain’t playin' games
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| When you tellin' names that we sellin' caine
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| We was gettin' rich, we was livin' good
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| Robbin' hood that every ghetto bitch
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| You know that its comin'
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| You know that its karma
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| Death before dishonor, I am your honor
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| Nancy Reagan raised a monster
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| They say that Ronny armed the contras
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| All that shit without a conscience
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| So why would I should have a conscience?
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| A generation livin' godless, could never make it out the darkness
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| They say two wrongs don’t make a right
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| But if its my blood, someone has to die
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| Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
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| Either my life or your life
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| They say two wrongs don’t make a right |