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Mo' murder mo' murder
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A body fulla tack 2's battlescars from bullet wounds
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New clothes diamond medallions from paid dues
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Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of
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'fuck the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move
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You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers
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Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas
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Vague kind of bullets fired we're ready to die with open eyes
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I be the last man standin when the smoke dies
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This world's infested with haters, wannabe players
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Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major
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No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs
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If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
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But what you thought makes the world go round
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I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds
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Push a 600 rag drop E-12
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Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail
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Chorus:
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I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money
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Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons
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Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us
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With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops
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*repeat*
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Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac
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But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop
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It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly
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Pumpin slugs into you motherfuckin pig's belly
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I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin
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Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'ma risk tonight
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Blast the first motherfucker that steps
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up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept
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I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy
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Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
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Fuckin sucker ass niggas that didn't ??? ???
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Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate
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Hard then later on "Shit, hey what's happenin?"
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We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
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Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right
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Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops
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Chorus
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Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
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Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn't care
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Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen
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Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again
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They got to kill me, fill me up with lead
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let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
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As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I
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rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
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the PD reach but catch concrete
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Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey
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Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
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With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all
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then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
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Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny
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West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions
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Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions
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chorus
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til my casket drops
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c bo |