Uh...
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Young Chris...
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Our father...
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I'll ride for my niggas I'll die for my niggas
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Bodies get hard soul touch the sky
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Numbers getting called
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God shut my eyes...why...yeah why
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Uh, Uh.
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[Verse 1]
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Is they wit me or against me,
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How these pussy gon' convince me to start and don't follow up
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And touch my momma kids follow us
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My mom proud of us and plus I love the green wit in god we trust.
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My mom is tough she don't care about them killing her
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And I got beef wit them him him and her.
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You Muthfukas betta recognize,
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Everybody got burners the first that draw the opposite the next to die.
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That's how it go that ain't just how I flow I still live it nigga that's how I know
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In the hood everyday why you dudes eatin' good everyday.
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My momma working but the bills take our food everyday
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Got to mention her daughter though, since the ten step pops did ten since her water broke
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That nigga got like a dub then did a dime came home left my moms and did another ten.
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[Chorus]
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As I walk through the North of Death
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They souls gone but they voices left
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They talk to me every chance they get
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I got to make it for the chance they missed.
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Shit we all don't get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
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It's hard living homie more than music
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C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
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True shit we bout to do it
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Neffy don't lose it
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Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
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[Verse 2]
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I wake up and ask the lord to forgive us
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Till I die put my balls over bitches
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But I can't put my balls over business
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Cause I'd hate to go fly when soon as I go to trial need my boy as a witness
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Shit I'm just another poor with the riches
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Trying to keep my momma cool give her more while I'm livin'
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Rhyming cool but it ain't what I expected
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It's fuck you if you ain't what they expectin'
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They love you when you giving them records. (Got to respect it)
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Just a gift I was blessed with
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If y'all ain't impressed wit the shit I do I'll give it a rest shit (a promotion)
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If I get what the rest get how can niggas neglect it
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Niggas respect it the shit is method
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Lean 19 giving niggas broad day
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A night seems putting niggas on stretchers
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My nigga Bean whole team got beams
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Show you niggas be wetter we got pistols foreva
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Shit is just getting better As I...
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As I walk through the North of Death
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They souls gone but they voices left
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They talk to me every chance they get
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I got to make it for the chance they missed.
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Shit we all don't get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
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It's hard living homie more than music
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C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
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True shit we bout to do it
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Neffy don't lose it
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Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint.
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[Verse 3]
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It's funny how bitches used to say he a loser,
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Now people say he's the future
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Now I got to stay in my grove cause I'd hate to fuck around and
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And Fuck around and it be my face on the news
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Momma been through enough of the pain
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So I'ma move her but I ain't moving till I got enough for the gang
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Man these dudes better up up they game
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The hood loves us and it ain't nothing to start from the Muslim game.
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Uh, no disrespect I love my niggas to death
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Cause in the roc it ain't about who spit it the best
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And plus we way different from rest
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You got a show I'm rollin' out
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It aint about who getting the check
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I'ma roll until the wheels fall off
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Keep rollin or you will fall off
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You ain't official then we'll clip you
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Teflon dying extended both ?
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Back back blocking pistol poppin' pistol poppin
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As I...
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As I walk through the North of Death
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They souls gone but they voices left
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They talk to me every chance they get
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I got to make it for the chance they missed.
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Shit we all don't get a chance like this (shiiiiit)
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It's hard living homie more than music
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C and Neef dog who you got us confused wit
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True shit we bout to do it
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Bucky don't lose it
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Follow the flow homie like you followed the blueprint. Uh
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Rest in peace L-e-z...Uh.
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Rest in peace O Ratty...Uh.
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Rest in peace ?...Uh.
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Rest in peace my nigga Doop. Uh.
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Rest in peace Joey
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It hard living homie more than music...
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Uh...
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