Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga
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Word.. it's like til death do us part
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Dedicated
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Peace nigga now we must part kid
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Yeah, fuck it, whateva
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We used to be tight, now it's shoot on sight
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Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night
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Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight
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But never lived the life?
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Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep
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Fuckin wit street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece
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You survived my attempt to homicide
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Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side
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This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until you're gone
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Play around, with your life playa you won't live long
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Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn
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That's when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on
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Carry on, forty lead dons went through your teflon
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I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm
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I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode
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Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe
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Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks
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Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit
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Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through
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Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new
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That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too
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You went bubblin blue, it's dead on the avenue
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I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house
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So you could lay low, from your p.o., before you mashed out
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Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick
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In your girl's mouth
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Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out
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I'll see you nigga!
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Yeah, see you!
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See you!
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Snuffed Out (Skit)
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| Method Man |
