Key: E minor•
Verse 1
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I came in the door, said itbe fore I
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never let the rebel jerk clown anymore
With no lights on, an old white
bullets started
Motherfuckers was runnin'
and even myself had to dodge
I dipped around the houses,
the bullets hit the garage
Nigga wasn't scared,
just was wonderin' who the fuck was that
and bust him back
but nobody was hit
Peeped around the corner,
first nigga I saw was that skit
Just to let a nigga know to face one,
don't stop
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All this momma period come to a state of dirt,
less work
you know who up in the house
feed up the whole clip
Never letting go,
you know it's about survival
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said it before I never let the rival turf clown anymore
I came in the door,
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said it before I never let the rival turf clown anymore
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said it before I never let the rival turf clown anymore
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I ain't never known,
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said it before, I never let the
Bible turn around
Now we point up in they face like mapes and
they can't see where it's coming from
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Burnin' through they eyes,
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we're lost to put you niggas on the run
I'm with the mob,
so I ain't pressed about shit
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Keep that 9mm cock for them
You bring your heat,
I'll bring you closer to pain
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Driven by insane thoughts,
so cross your turf on vast terrain
And leave your weather set
up just by a mattress
Got clicks like fire, screeching tires,
So put this to your memory,
cause you ain't seein' 3 -A -G from
E .C.
Who was brought up by the streets
Put the bus shoe on your ass,
came in the door, said it before
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
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I came in the door, said it before
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I never let the rival turf clown anymore
I'm on the turf of the rivals,
heated as I roll past the 5 -0's
Bulletproof vest on my chest for survival,
bandana face, small base
With criminal instincts to blast on the fake,
yeah
Now follow me through
territorial flights, to
we gon' laugh off the hook
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I'm set trippin' on the enemy, never been no friend of me,
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Now nigga you don't understand me, that's why I can't sleep,
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because I keep hearing about your fam ily
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I can't bring myself to reach until I see you all die
Besides, buster niggas get the faux faux,
with undue funeral services casket closed
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Behold, unfold all you own, I come across your dome,
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Make way, son,
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I'm stompin' in my big black boots
Somebody help me,
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cause shit ain't even half -ass cute
leavin' niggas layin' in a fetal position
Like
Nico
I'm runnin' red lights
Beepin' the rival bucket killer's headlights
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I'm hearin' bullets hit my window,
I dip a swerve left
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And pop him seventeen through his pinto,
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Just about to halfway mark,
it's halfway dark
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and I
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I ain't nigga do,
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said it before,
I never let the
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Bible turn proud anymore
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