Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
They're for the bullet holes,
Interlude 1
puta!
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Verse 2
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motherfuckin' ass
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motherfuckin' ass
Verse 3
broke as fuck in this
life that I'm livin' in
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the jeal ousy is kickin' in
jail scene don't fit me
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I'm a vet runnin' from Fifty
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It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
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It's jealous niggas on the lurk still
We had a treaty, so now they goin'
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back on they first deal
(Aww now they ready to
put the lead on ya
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broke and came fed on ya)
That's why I'm still on my P's an Q's,
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I'm known as a shyster deceivin' fools
(Secret Agent Man)
Don't bubble more than he got
'Cause now he know that
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I got a rival now
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The turf is showin' what it's worth
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So all I can see is victory
I'm struggle master, so
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me wanna bubble faster
just to let em know
It's all clear now why,
it's so hard to say goodbye
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motherfuckin' ass
Verse 5
outta jail,
fresh in the air
So let me think, nigga,
I need to pick up pace
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Nigga need a lick, nigga need a safe, so uh
I need me some distance to
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run when I carry gun
You try and be a hero,
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my nine milli you will meet
And even if you're the chief of police
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Nigga, you will still catch some heat
'Cause I'm just (one of
the killaz in the town)
And niggas know they call me
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Dru muthafuckin'Down
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So homie step back, this is a jack
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ass will get tapped
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Because I'm loaded,
I'm loaded off the dank weed
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Just call me S- I- C- K
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I love to kill for play, 'cause like Cube,
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And I'mma be like strictly on my Q's
P's and Q's of puttin'
So don't you even fuck with my rep
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And I'mma get ya, nigga, if I want ya
I need to feel me some ends
I want your Wells Fargo, Bank of America
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don't think I still won't put the lead on ya
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Bitch!
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Unload the barrel and laugh
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motherfuckin' ass
Verse 7
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I'm on welfare, G.A. checks
Keeps me paid like a
To the point where even my
bitch be choppin' zips up
I whips up the cream
Twenty- eight grams on
the triple beam
slam?)
Four- fifteens, and the Zapco
The rap go,
Don't sleep, dude,
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I pull licks every week fool
nigga
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I get the money and slide, nigga
I scoop the dice, once or twice,
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then the riggie, riggie
Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot, dope shot
I'm snatchin hella fades from the pot
my waist just in case
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When I shake the dice- a,
They mad as fuck gettin'
struck by the shyster
'cause rule number one
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on a track you ain't from
They done, claimin' they broke,
but they forgotten
But shit, they'll get licked like
Don't fuck around and get sent
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to the hos pital
Little niggas think they slick,
Poppin' that "Y'all
tape hella raw" shit
these cowards' turf
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below the Eddie Bauer shirt
Niggas mean muggin'
me but what that do
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6- 5 on my tat too, punk
So if you want funk you'll be a dead homie
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pull a 2- elev' on me
yo' strap is a rigg up
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'Cause I'mma put the lead on ya
Punk ass nigga
Verse 8
in yo'
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motherfuckin' ass
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'Cause I'm puttin' lead in yo' motherfuckin' ass,
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unload the barrel and laugh
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