[First Verse:]
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My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed
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He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead
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He said, three motherfuckers that his lady knows
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Tried to jack his ass for his 84's
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Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up
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He got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn't raise
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Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang
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Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same
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It sounds like a job for the uzi gat
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And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?
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For a real long time, we been the best of friends
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And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
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I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to
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Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do
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Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew
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Got love for my homies, I thought you knew?
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He said "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone,"
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but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone
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Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?
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Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate
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Lead take me to vengeance, send this
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Ripping through tendons I end this
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Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough
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I can't take no advice I gots to break them off
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[Chorus:]
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Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
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What my friends, would do for me,
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You muthafuckas gotta beg,
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Y'all askin' for action,
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Eat a fuckin' K,
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I'm blastin' some asses
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Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
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What my friends, would do for me,
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You muthafuckas gotta beg,
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Y'all askin' for action,
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Eat a fuckin' K,
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I'm blastin' some asses
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[Second Verse:]
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My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
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I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran
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I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
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Got revenge cuz them bitches wasn't shit to us
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Now what the fuck can I accomplish?
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And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?
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Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today
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Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away
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We dealin' cuz we feelin' that the, pay's right
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Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave site
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No daylight, play night cautiously
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Could be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me
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Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane
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And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane
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Very same song sung in the South
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From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a
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Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either
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Cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
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Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y
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Hittin' switches on the freeway high
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Don't reply cuz me don't give a fuck
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What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk
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[Chorus]
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[Third Verse:]
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Stop short in your tracks
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Gats got the place surrounded
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Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded
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Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges
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Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages
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Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows
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On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes
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Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"
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Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki
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Some say in his head he got insanity inside
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But all it really be is mathematically inclined
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Look behind, you might find others takin' over
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Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda
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Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
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With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
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Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers
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Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers
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Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one
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You can sure run with no gun
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That be a nigga slow guns
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So roll one of them sweets
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Chug-a-lug on the eightball
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And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all
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And haters might fall
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[Chorus]
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Revenge
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |