Shit
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Feel this
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<Hook #1>
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If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
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Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
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And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
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Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
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<Repeat 2X's>
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, everybody's a snake
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That's why I try to keep the grass cut
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So I can see 'em when they coming
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Then I heat they ass up
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Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with
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Will catch you while you in your new whip
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And turn your brains into Cool Whip
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Niggas that you running round getting ass with
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Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
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Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
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And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
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While you was running round pumping for niggas
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I was listening
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you still pumping for niggas
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I'm coming through visiting
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You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
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And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
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And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
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Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homo
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Funny style niggas never down with me
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Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
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I'll enter your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
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Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
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Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a code
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And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
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Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with big execs
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Bigger bracelets with bigger begets,
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Fuck y'all
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[Styles]
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All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
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Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
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I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
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Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and borrow
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Put in my work, you might get put in a church
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Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
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Learn the ropes, don't riff if you soft, you pissing me off
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Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
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You can die cause this shit might happen to me
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But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
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Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
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And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the D's
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Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
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1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
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Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
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Lie on the stand, fuck it dog, die in the can
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I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
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As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
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They touch you, only thing I could say is fuck you
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[Sheek Luchion]
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A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
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What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
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Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
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Putting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and Hawkeye
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So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
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Should be the head Cat in a Broadway play, you pussy
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Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
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You could talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
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Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
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Or you could deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
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I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
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Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
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Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
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When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
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Lay in this shit make a angel with it
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And I don't give a fuck about that 3-8er that y'all share
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Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
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When I bust I use snubs, then I'm fleein' the spot
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The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
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I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post
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Fuck a Prezy gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
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Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
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You got a gut feeling about Sheek, nigga, that means you shot, what
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<Hook #1>
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If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
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Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
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And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
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Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
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<Hook #2>
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I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
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Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
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And watch you die on the streets, fuck you
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