[Verse 1 - MURS]
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Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
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And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran
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And I never say never but I mean hardly ever
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And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever
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If you don't know shit then you still know better
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Human life is so precious it could never be measured
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Have you ever had a load of it cock back the heat
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Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street
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Trigger off safety spacin an opportunity
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These niggaz wanna waste me it ain't nothing new to me
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Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
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But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus
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Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger
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Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz
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Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it
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What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it
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Stupid (*echos*)
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*different instrumental kicks in*
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[Verse 2 - MURS]
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It was a late night sunset me and him out
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Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim
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Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end
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He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand
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Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit
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That's how we rolled on the scene
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Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens
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But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell
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So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back
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Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back
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But they had this dark tint couldn't see through the black
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We roll up ask 'em "where the party at?"
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They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap
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But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed
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Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat
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Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit
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My nigga used to bang but we ain't on no thug shit
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I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles
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This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it
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He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude out his hat
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I put it in park jumped out to get his back
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But as I did that, I heared two shots
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I turned to my right and I see my dude drop
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Time stopped, coudln't believe what I seen
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I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
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I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
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Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist
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Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace
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I remember his face but what I remember most
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Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close
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And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus
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But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
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[Hook - MURS][2X]
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It was a year to this day that my best friend died
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For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
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And I tried to pretend everything was fine
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But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
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*another different instrumental kicks in*
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[Verse 3 - MURS]
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The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother
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His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers
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We said a few words faces covered with tears
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How we missed him so much and we wished he was here
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Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone
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And we said our goodbyes and they all went home
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I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone
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I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him
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Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen
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How the homie named his newborn son after him
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But as the sun went down the talk came to an end
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So I said a quick prayer..amen
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And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks
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And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer
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I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bound
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That he had a freak that lived on that side of town
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He always kept the heat just in case it went down
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A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga-
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Hey! Is that that nigga that...hey give me the motherfucking gun
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Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
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I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it
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Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp
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I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass
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Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself
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I slid up behind him in the shadows |