Tonalidad: D minor
Verse 1
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Your boy didn't like it, right?
He's been through it all, man.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Niggas is dead and shit.
What the fuck else could happen, yo?
I don't think much more,
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son.
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I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
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I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out,
I'm scoldin'
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men
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On low ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my 98 dirt bike
You try to stop moms from growin',
I make your blood stop flowin'
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Take affirmative action,
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to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the
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Mac -10, you's a dick blower
Tryna speak the dun language,
what the drillie with that though?
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It ain't bangin', you hooked on
Marlfonics
Infamous bonnets,
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lyin' to the pop dog like you got it
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You ain't no island out for
the knife -fist thrower
Rusty
Shank, hol' up, we lit as shit
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Cause it's the real shit,
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shit to make him feel shit
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Lump him in the club shit,
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have you out and out
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Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a
OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit,
shit that make em feel shit
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Lump em in the club shit,
have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a
OD cause it's never enough
Yo the
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P -Rock 40 inch cables,
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drinkin' white label
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My chain hang down to my dick,
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
Duke
A n***a like me hold text,
are you the same
too?
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going through the emotions, a gun holding,
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long shot guns down my pants leg limping,
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killer but you still living,
even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was seven,
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I used to bust shots crazy,
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I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me,
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I love my pops for that, I love my nigga he black,
I take the life of anybody trying to
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change what's left, and through all of that a nigga ain't scared to death,
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all y 'all brand
new niggas just scared to death,
I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting right, wasting my
Now I'm trying to make things right
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Grand, open some gates,
invest in the rag
business
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Do things for the kids,
build a jungle gym
behind the crib
So they can enjoy youth,
CBRs and
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VCRs
ATVs and big screen
TVs
Nigga please, don't make me have to risk
my freedom
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We worked our whole life for this,
you get
your shit beaten
For real
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Cause it's the real shit,
shit to make em feel shit
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Lump em in the club shit
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Have you out the nap when
Drugs in your ear, drum the wrong cut
Have a nigga
O .D. cause it's never enough
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It go 1, 2, 3 to the 4th
That nigga
P -Double got that shit for y 'alls
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People's the rock to,
stirrin' up pots of brew
In
Hell's
Kitchen, I chef the impossible
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To serve hot plates all
across the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
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We the streets just watchin'
boy move diligent
You better walk like the nigga
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on the tightrope do
Infamous, 1st
Infantry, 1st
Division, 4th
Mission
First assignment,
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give them that shit they've been missing
My new addition's way bitchin',
those that listen
Get addicted to my diction,
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fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions
For your disease,
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generic raps just not potent like peas
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1 ,100 cc's on the throttle, I peel off
Chest naked on katanas,
spaghetti head mob niggas
It's full bread, fully blown, melanin tone
I rock skeleton, bone shirts and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product
out on the street
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Get respect and love all across the board
We been adored for keeping it raw,
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nothing less or more
I score every time for sure,
while the rest of y 'all niggas just nail
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It's the real shit,
shit that make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit,
have you out and out when you bump this
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Drug to your ears, run the raw and cut
Have a nigga
OD, cause it's never enough
It's the real shit,
Am
shit that make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit,
have you out and out when you bump this
E
Drug to your ears, run the raw and cut
Have a nigga
Am
OD, cause it's never enough
HIP
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HOP
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