Key: B major
Verse 1
Yo even if I just cooked up,
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And don't be scared to die,
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I ain't give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause
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of what they think you got
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And the ambulance'll take
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longer if they think you shot
In front of the store rockin
gauze in the woolrich
Blowin sticky green grass,
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that'll sit me on my ass
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Wit a mean sports coupe
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I pull my gun out,
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bet your mother lose another son tonight
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I'm clever, only time we party,
Or when they free Gotti, so
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
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Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
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I feel why'all, so feel me,
even if why'all guilty
Time why'all niggas come home,
Even though by then these faggots
probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real,
niggas why'all know the deal, uh
Verse 2
you expect, what,
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And we go hard dog,
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everytime, nothing less
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Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
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Never go in to trial, coppin out,
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holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
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Any day of the week, Styles,
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Jada, and Sheek
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we are the heat
makin it hard to eat
Verse 3
me,
Niggas made you rich and
now you act like this
guns to the triple beam
Fast, niggas puff hydro and
Fake niggas,
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I give your whole hospital room to yourself
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I got doctors who make
That way the press and the cops run shit,
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When it comes to thuggin it,
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nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so
Dumb dumbs,
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niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle,
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Take the bum clothes off,
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buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out,
"Somebody help this man"
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Not even life insurance helpin your fam,
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I'm takin that
Murderous gat,
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You owe us dough, have it as that,
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I leave it at
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that,
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faggots
Interlude 1
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Verse 4
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[Styles]
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Spittin to live,
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You christen your kids,
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I let my son listen to B.I.G.
I won't stop til a thousand
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niggas fit in my crib
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I won't be happy til my last
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nigga finish his bid
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All on the top,
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
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Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Pick up a quarter,
and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor,
bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
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Niggas think they own a label,
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
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Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
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You could worship SP sell
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cracks and peels
you smoke in the field
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Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
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[CHORUS]
Outro 1
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