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[Bookie]
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Check it out
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Uh
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Now let me tell you a story about a nigga livin' on the edge
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Kinda like takin' the chances of jumpin' off the ledge
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A money maker
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Would often get involved wit the shit thats evolvin' the streets
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Lookin' out for the laws
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Go hang was the main thang
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Was definitely a reason ta get the alias flippin' and check the whole name
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Type a nigga that kill you dead for a nigga rock
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Get you thinkin' about the prophecy that money got
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Hot
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But nigga wit the Benz and the ends
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Not too many friends
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No guts for the glory and the sins
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Twins that he got involved wit ta make his ends
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Biz that would have him scared in, but took a chance
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Didn't care about his daddy
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Didn't care about his brotha
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Didn't care about his mama
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But he cared about them dollas
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A bloody world, up in the mind of a soldier
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Ta neva die, and keep it live in your holster
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[Chorus]
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Pay niggas like ta ball
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But pay niggas gots ta fall
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You know it ain't no heaven for us all
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Vouge niggas like ta kill
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Vouge niggas like ta feel
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Pumpin' up they muthafuckin' steel
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Scar niggas gots ta know
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Scar niggas make the dough
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They used ta gettin' paid from every blow
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But all niggas gots ta die
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All niggas must decide
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It's what around the world they 'gon reside
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[Kool G Rap]
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Uh, uh
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Yo
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Spoke nigga turn thug
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Ropin' drugs, totin' the snub
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Fifty keys of dope in the tub
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Enemies soakin' in blood
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Catch a open mug
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Bodies layin' smoked in the mud
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It ain't no hope for love, get poked wit slugs
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Peep the nigga M.O.
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Deliveries in stretch limos
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Pickups inside the big truck
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Swift bucks get his dick sucked
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>From the big buck chick that kept the fifth tuck
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She hit ducks, miss puckered up before the clip spark
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Swiss duck caught the duplex, navy blue lefts
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The lady blew tecs, talkin' 'bout who next
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Daily ain't do sex, the crew flex, cruisin' through cess
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20 inch chrome spin the gleam
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The winnin' team, spend the cream
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Livin' American dreams
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Brick on the triple beam
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Put laser beam dots on your wig top
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6 shots hit 'til you drop
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Stop the tick-tock
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6 and glocks continue ta pop
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Til it's pigs for block
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They got this kid rocked
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Wit the shit cocked
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Shot off the Crip block
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Stoppin' more drug traffic than gridlock
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Miss not
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But forced to us all
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10 more came into the door
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Wit him in the raw
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No time ta waste, the safe's in the floor
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Take the keys, takes a freeze
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Break wit the G'd caper for cheese
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Grab the G
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Rape her then leave wit the jackpot
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Put her ta sleep wit bad shots
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Next day news showin' they snapshots
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[Bookie]
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Pay niggas
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Automatically known wit the ballin'
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Wit dope for all em, smellin' the beans when they callin'
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Vouge niggas
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Gangstas off the wall when they standin' tall
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Killin' ain't feelins, wit extra bullets 'nuf ta make em fall
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Scar niggas
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Who extended it all, makin' deadly calls
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Niggas wit coconut balls, breakin' down the laws
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But all niggas
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Niggas 'gon have ta die wit they eyes lookin to the sky
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Or lookin' to the dirt, whichever way it works
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And they was comin' for him, but he was blind
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A mind of a muthafucka clockin' every dime
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This nigga rolled up, a killa
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Quickly hit him wit the gauge
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Bigga than the graves
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Took em days, ta fix him up
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A closed casket
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This nigga had a kid, now this nigga dead, left behind a bastard
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So 19-99 is just anotha year for niggas dyin' the same way
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So live your life ta see anotha day
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[Chorus]
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Pay niggas like ta ball
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But pay niggas gots ta fall
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You know it ain't no heaven for us all
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Vogue niggas like ta kill
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Vogue niggas like ta feel
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Pumpin' up they muthafuckin' steel
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Scar niggas gots ta know
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Scar niggas make the dough
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They used ta gettin' paid from every blow
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But all niggas gots ta die
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All niggas must decide
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It's what around the world they 'gon reside
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Bedtime Stories
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Kool G. Rap |