TAJAI:
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Yo,
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it's like this and only this,
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so I'm go'n tell
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Me and my moms in front of the mall, and then I seen this nigga, Ramel
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From fifth grade,
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I knew this kid was swift
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Paid was how his mind logged, so he got his grind on
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But now it's years later,
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I say "Hey" ta him
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He flash his fronts fulla AU, and "Hey you!"
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The warning drove from a Seville as it sped by,
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Lead fly, ratta-tat-tatta, his blood spatta
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I strive ta, see the driva with my eye,
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Moms grabbed sky, and caught lead in her thigh, I
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Put her behind the trash can, dashed to my man,
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It was to late, it's sad that Ramel was perferated
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Waited and sweated, for the medics as my moms bled
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Even if he was alive at the scene, by now my man Ram's dead
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The cops do not care,
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'cause our skin has too much shade in it'
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They'll dismiss this as some niggas misbehavin'
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But I'll never forget the driver of that blue Seville
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And live for the day to bust shots in his grill,
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But still, I can't do this alone,
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My crew's line, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
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OPIO:
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I'll stay home, get some rest, call my girl an'
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Tajai's on the phone, talkin' about the world's end
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What happened?
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Ya moms got capped an' ya nigga's dead?
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Ya talkin' about paybacks, and bullets in the head?
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Well 'um, hoodz come in dozens, but I got a cousin,
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That live around the block, an' they got a glock,
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an' we can swiftly bust 'em
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I trust 'em,
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wit my life, an' plus the glock is light, an'
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Easily concealed, easy it'll peel a cap right
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Hey Tajai, don't stop, rap too tight (?????)
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(Opio: Yo Taj, man, you a'ight, man?)
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(Tajai: Yeah, let's just get dem niggaz)
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Maintain composure, hit the dosia,
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Pick uh booga,
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don't be shook up, I got hook up
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Look up my ManiPhesto, I need the special,
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Teams for the schemes, get A-Plus so he can brings
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The blueprints,
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to the residence,
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the measurements and features
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We're gonna cause explosions wit Clorox Bleach an'(Boom!)
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Ping pong balls, hear through walls with a stethascope
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Tap their phones, watch their every move with a telescope
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Peep their favorite spots, inventing plots for their demise
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On the DL, make sure, to the crimes, we have no ties
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PHESTO:
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Around about noon I got a buzz on my ringa (Ring)
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What a humdinga, what happened to Tajai's mom?
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Uh gonna was some kid named Ramel
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My mission was to flip the aparrel, escaping by my coattails
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An' from Thrifty,
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swiftly lift the ping pong balls in hand
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I ran where I was most suspected to be founded
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Bounded up my pals and snuffed the ruffnecks who buck tips
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Hollow and follow and trace every single face
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Then deface them anyway we could
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Infecting, injecting,
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HIV needles might be feeble, but
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We was not wit the consequences being much worse
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A-Plus, will adjust the plan to work with no quirks
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A-PLUS:
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Ten o'clock, on the dot, meet around the block
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From his crib, we can get this kid shot, plus I got
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His sister on my tip, she says she's ready to try us
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Let's get her, an' break off all her fingers wit some pliers(Nah, that's
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ill)
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Anyway, Tajai, jet around to the back, an'
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Be strapped, since it was ya moms you should gat that
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Criminal,
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shoot him in his kneecaps first
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Don't waste no time, you see that grill, remember we blast first
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Opio and Phesto, let's go get the south window exits
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In your nexxus(???) is the moment we should flex, it's
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Definately on, I bust one to the front
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We got the exits covered, there's no way that he can run
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The stupid nigga ran to the back like I expected
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Tajai said skip the knees, saw his grill, he shot and wrecked it
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Death is what he got, yo he shot, an he started all the cappin'
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But now he knows: Anything Can Happen!
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Anything Can Happen
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Souls of Mischief |