Key: D minor
Verse 1
Blood, sweat and tears,
niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son,
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word to mother, yo
We done seen it all,
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and been through it all, yo
Verse 2
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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
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Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though?
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Infamous-bonics
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Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
the Knife-Fist thrower
thrower
Rusty shank holder,
we live this shit
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'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em
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feel shit
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Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 4
'em feel shit
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Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 5
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my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
the same too?
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s of gun holdin'
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Long shotgun's down my pants leg,
limpin'
even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot
when I was seven
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I couldn't even look
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Because the loud sound used to scare me
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I love my pops for that,
I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin'
to change what's left
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All y'all brand new niggas
just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke,
gettin' right
Wastin' my life,
now I'm tryin' to make things right
invest in the rag business
Build a jungle gym behind the crib,
so they can enjoy youth
screen TV's
Nigga, please don't make me have
to risk my freedom
you get your shit beat in (for real)
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'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
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'em feel shit
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 7
three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got got
that shit for y'alls
stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
across the Unified States
Sit down and sup' with the top
rap reps
boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga
Infamous first infantry,
first division, fourth mission
First assignment,
My new edition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get
addicted to my diction
I write prescriptions for your disease
CC's on on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Katanas
Spaghetti head,
Mobb niggas is full bred
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
across the board
We've been adored
for keepin' it raw
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all
niggas just nil
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'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 8
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'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 9
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
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Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough (the real,
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hip hop)
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