I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
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Motherfuck the education and drug rebilitation
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I'm smokin on that weed and the green is gettin tasty
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Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
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November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock
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Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock
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So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in
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Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians
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Knockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
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That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
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Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops
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A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot
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I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
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Since he's a fed, I took off his face for that
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That shit that he tried to pull
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You know he couldn't get away with this
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Bitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
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Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin story
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Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
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I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
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I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
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This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
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A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech
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Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory
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For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
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Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
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This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
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Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean
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You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
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Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed
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I want you dead, I'm going to pump your ass full of lead
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Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
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I pack my steel, you let him go
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Then we can let you live, you made that switch
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And now it's time to kill you bitch
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Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
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Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
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Boom holes on them hoes, green fuck being indited
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Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die
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up on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supply
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Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
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Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
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Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
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Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks
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So that mean her word ain't shit
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If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause I ain't fake
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Since my click don't snitch
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When I get out all my connections straight
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The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
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Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
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Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
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Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
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Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin I ain't in that mood
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Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food
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Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
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Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
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Never been a busta, always been a hustla
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Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
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So we could deal this dime out where I stay
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Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I know
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Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house door
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Gotta make some more, I'm droppin weight on that digital scale
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More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
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Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw
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Shit up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
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Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
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She plots, since I wouldn't give her no rock
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She sending the federal government in my spot
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Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it
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Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indited
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F.B.I.
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