| Yeah
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| One two, one two, one two
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| (Come on, come on, come on)
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| (Come on, like this way)
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| (Come on, come on, come on)
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| Came from the mud and the trenches
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| Runnin' and hoppin' the fences
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| Packing the pen like a weapon
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| Fresh out the pen like a sentence
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| Hush all the noise and the tensions
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| Glad that I got your attention
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| Cut out the brother you’re friends with
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| They only come holler for guest lists
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| Please see the exit (Bye)
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| I done lost too many brothers this year
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| To worry about new invitations
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| Still think about you like Neo
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| How’d I get stuck in the matrix?
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| Countin' the one and the zeros
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| Sorry but this ain’t the movies
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| You do not end up the hero
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| Your face do not make the papers
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| Maybe a couple a shirts
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| Flowers on top of your hearse
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| Questioning, what was it worth?
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| Hop in the van and we skrrt
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| Hope police get to you first, yeah
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| We do not need to converse, yeah
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| Save the forgiveness for church
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Them man not gang, no, not on my team
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Them man not gang, no, not on my team
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| Came from the bottom of the swamp (Bouh kai)
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| Never forgotten where I’m from (Bouh kai)
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| Robbin' what I want
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| Am I wrong? |
| Am I wrong? |
| Am I wrong?
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| Malcolm X by any means
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| You coulda found me dead by 23
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| You hear the sound of skengs, you better leave
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| Where you gone? |
| Where you gone? |
| Where you gone?
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| Woo-ha
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| D-D-D, shooter
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| Brrr, Luger
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| Head tumor
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| .45 sittin' in the waist
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| Man’ll send a missile in the place (Boom)
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| Lick him in his face (Bah!)
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| I got off for killin' with the bass
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| (Kill him with the bass, kill him with the bass)
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| Fell that in your chest, Timberland
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| Still caps in your 'ead, diss the man
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| Real family and friends on Instagram
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| And it began
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Them man not gang, no, not on my team
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Nah, can’t lay a hand on none of my G’s
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| Well, if them boy bad, not bad after we (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brr)
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| Them man not gang, no, not on my team |