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All thru the hood, I keep hearing niggas saying
I'm supposed to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin' like shit is okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin', whip stolen, AK loadin'
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight lookin', lock and loaded
Somebody gonna die tonight
This is nothing new, I been in this position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day same shit, old mack new clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tech
One come test me, pussy boy don't try it
Police response never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit' son
Before we find out where your bitch, get her hair and nails done
It's elementary... life is but a dream
You now row row your boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper
You take a life, or your life get took bitch
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm god's child or satans angel
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In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished my music would be the hit
Big said damn niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are I'm gonna have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that kevlar vest shit that wild wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my necklace
I shine so so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
I know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real b
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, and my mob ain't wit' me
You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver wit' me
Homeboy frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand (Yeah)
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