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[Kool G. Rap]
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Last night, got caught in a gunfight, I think it was like
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four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin
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but only could see one in sight
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The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe
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He wanted my life, come at a nigga
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with a gun and a knife
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He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white
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But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel
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and burn to the light
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And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night
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And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe
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with one in my pipe
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But I'm not one of the type, and I'd rather lose all hung on the mic
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Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR
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at one in the night
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Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped
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And I've played mother nature before
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so yo I'm clappin thunder tonight
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I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright
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Send him to kiss Christ, and let my shit slice
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in front of him twice
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Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain't tryin to be nice
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I want him on ice, no back home
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to a son and a wife
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He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice
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Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist
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but none of it's nice
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I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright
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instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight
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you son of a dykes
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With one in the pipe, I'm aimin to light the one on the right
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They all deceased, so yo my asspiece
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get hunted for life
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Four niggaz cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life
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up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice
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and runnin with mice
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Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice
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Slow biz and no kid's nigs
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start runnin my wife
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Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight
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Back at the house, after midnight
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I'm done for the night
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One Dark Night
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |