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featuring Sho
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Verse 1: [Willie D]
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As I roll through the motherfucking inner city
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27 years and the block still looks shitty
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The mayor put his picture on my fence
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Promised us a lot of shit and I ain't seen that bitch since
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I'm bout to do a Frank Nitty
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Cause the potholes fucking up the shocks on my new Chevy
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Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee
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Cause they taking niggas in the hood lightly
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Politicians just use black folks
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They only come around when they want a motherfucking vote
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And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers
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You stand a better chance seeing Jesus
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So I got me a plan
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Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands
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And I ain't going out talking to them hoes
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(What's your objective?)
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I'm putting blood on they clothes
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Cause they don't respect niggas
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Until we start shaking they ass and pulling triggers
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And that's a Goddamn fact
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Now what you so-called hard motherfuckers know about that?
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Chorus: [Melanie McGee]
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I wonder why life's a bitch, then you die
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Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry
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Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe
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What goes around, come around, now you know
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Verse 2: [Sho]
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Little miss Jackie, she got turned out
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Fucking with that glass dick
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Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks
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She putting her mouth on everybody dick
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Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade
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Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade
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But I couldn't get the play or the time of day
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Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways
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While she was trying to reach the top
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I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops
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Used to give her my all
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And every day in school a nigga got dissed in the halls
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But it didn't take long for me to find
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Every dog can't chew on every bone
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Then some time went by
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I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high
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This I just couldn't believe
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Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed
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One day rolling up the cut
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I seen this fiend, pants all in her butt
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I'm thinking to myself that's a shame
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I stopped at the light she called out my real name
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Stuck her head in my window said she needed help
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I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?'
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The devil ain't nothing but crack
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That bitch small as a tic tac
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What you know about that?
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Chorus
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Verse 3: [Willie D]
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Now let's talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead
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>From the time he could walk little Craig was misled
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He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe
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She sold her ass to take care of that Negro
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He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent
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(And peep this, made her own kids pay rent)
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Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home
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Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on
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Crank your shit in a second
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(And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon
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Cause he'll put you to rest, and rest you quick
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And wouldn't lose sleep) Not one single bit
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Then he met this girl who became his wife
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Bought a car and a crib, started a new life
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'Til one day, riding with his family
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He saw this nigga that he fucked back in the game, gee
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He threw some dirt, the nigga threw it back
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Dressed his family in black
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Now what you know about that?
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Chorus
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Whatcha Know About That
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Willie D |