[Intro:]
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That's some FUCKED UP shit man
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I'm fightin for my motherfuckin life
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I'm sittin here all this time over some dumb shit?
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These bitches out to kill me, they ain't playin!
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I ain't talkin 'bout no niggaz either
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I'm talkin 'bout the motherfucker pigs
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FUCK it, let's GO!
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What would be the reason for me to jump out of the whip
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and run up on a motherfucker with a 50-round clip
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and cake him in the back of his head four or five times?
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His brain matter was scattered, plastered out of his mind
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His sister, got on the stand and told that, mouthful of lies
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And steady, pointin the finger but wouldn't look me in my eyes
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Not ONCE, did this bitch even acknowledge the real
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I was in my truck at the corner when her brother was killed
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Nowhere near the scene, I'm clean far as murder's concerned
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But they after me, I see, with a warrant to serve
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A conviction never the issue, y'all guineas[?] after some tissue
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She after me for the money; her nose snottin and runny
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This overreactin hoodrat lacin 'em with them lies
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Assistant to district attorney chargin, I'm facin life
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I done turned myself in, with no reason to run
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I ain't murdered a damn thing so FUCK yo' M-1!
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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You can't get me, tryin to convict me
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But you can't stick me with an M-1
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Prosecution against me, cops wanna clip me
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Judge is against me, I'm the wrong one
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This got to be the most, sickenin situation, fightin this murder case and
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Gotta be strong and patient, look at the time I'm facin
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Get it outta my face, don't even think of offerin me a cop
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180 years? You got to stop!
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You got to be shamed for wastin my time
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How 'bout pinnin this on the person who committed this crime?
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I was taught, swallow yo' own, mashin when you wrong
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When people can't get along, leave 'em the fuck alone
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Speakin of people that thinkin that people is evil
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He stuck around for the fight and SHOT him in broad daylight
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Can't imagine havin to do LIFE, for somethin I've seen
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But I'm only bein rebellious if you know what I mean
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I ain't speakin to y'all dawg, that's all they finna get
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Tryin to get me to give a statement, give me a cigarette!
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Give me fifty ki's of raw for tellin you what I saw
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A hundred dollars a gram then murder won't give a damn
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[Chorus]
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Now I'm 'bout sick of this motherfuckin ridiculous shit that I keep on hearin
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All these notions and these motherfuckin hearings
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The prosecution's a idiot, my record's enticin
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It wasn't no better than the court appointed, I'm tryin to prove a POINT
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that I wasn't the shooter and the photographs of the victim that you keep showin
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ain't movin and I ain't know him
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What happened I get a check from rappin and NOT from bein a cop
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I never LIKED you motherfucker so STOP!
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Fuck the police, and yo' investigation
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His way of intimidation was more like a presentation of LIES
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I see it off in his eyes, he after my soul
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But I'll never give it away to you bitches and hoes
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Instead of killin these niggaz we need to look at the bigger picture
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Get to pop us a month or just maybe order some coffins
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and bury us motherfuckers, that's puttin in work
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Just to bust 'em in the back of the head, dick in the dirt
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C'mon!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro:]
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Still ain't got nothin for you bitches!
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I beat that shit bitch
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Wonderboy
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M-1
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Trick-Trick |