[Intro: News Report]
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Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America
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due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol-
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MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!!
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[Larceny]
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My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke
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Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc
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It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay
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And da B&J got me pissy like a baby
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I was fuckin wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz
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Robbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gems
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Identical bastards on some fast shit
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Tried to stash it
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Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit
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[Trife]
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My conscience buggin
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Filled wit all the bad memories
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I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill me
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In my sleep, same niggaz dat I put to rest
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Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat
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The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain
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Tye and skunk playin tricks on my fuckin brain
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Shit is strange 'cause I know deez muthafuckas dead
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You see the murder still flash back in my head
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[Chorus:]
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Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink
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Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
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[x4]
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[Larceny]
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Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me ta fuckin see
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I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me
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I got da urge for a snake related killin spree
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Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees
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Murder conracts
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Collectin C note stacks, I react
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And push the niggaz shit back (uh huh)
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I neva new this young buck would be a lonester
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'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster
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I pack two hot glocks, fuck the holsters
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Neva new this lil' G would get the most of
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Robbin and stealin, then led to killin
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Makin a livin
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Offa muthafuckin drug dealin
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Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets
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Shit got hot, my other half did a creep
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Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body
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Then laid low wit dis freak ass hottie
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[Chorus]
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[x4]
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[Trife]
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I of da Snakes
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Watch for fakes and jakes
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Blood money I make, transactions up state
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Sparkin weed and drinkin
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The buddha still got me thinkin
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Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left
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Face down, you know the routine for the cream
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Means necessary
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Cock suckas got buried
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Nigga raise up or get blazed up
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Who be da one lastin
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Cock the fifth and start blastin
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Try me
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Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes
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Aim slugs to ya face
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Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad
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Got yo ass wishin you was out dis position
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Listen, the ganja have me on a mission
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Stick the clip in
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I stop all the bullshittin
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I get it on
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Trife, killin ass nigga rule the streets
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Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep
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[Chorus]
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[x4]
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Crazaay
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. |