| I needed a loaf of bread
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| Milk and eggs
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| Store’s right around the corner, guess I’ll walk instead
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| Saw a crack head lookin' half dead
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| Creepin', just got through sleepin' in the trap bed
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| But 'round here, dope fiends come a dime a dozen
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| Got near, realized, «Aw shit, that’s my cousin»
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| Man, I ain’t even know that was you
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| Here’s a couple of dollars
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| Go get something to eat, holler
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| He started to follow and calling me
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| But a car pulled up, jammin'
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| My homie Z who just robbed the flea market
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| Got out and shot a nigga, now he’s a target
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| As I get to the store, before I open the door
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| Weed smoke’s in the air as the cold wind blow
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| I needed the zip, I made a ten feet trip
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| To the nigga that was smoking one-deep in his whip
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| «Where it’s at, homie?»
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| He pulled a gat on me
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| Oh, that’s how you gonna act, Tony?
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| He gave me two grams, maybe closer to three
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| Then I walked inside for my groceries
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| And in the corner, bending over by the ice cream
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| For a pint, kind of nice with some tight jeans
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| Told her, «Give me some «She said, «Nigga, you can give me two-fifty a month»
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| I laughed, then I walked to the back
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| Saw a dude with some food, putting it all in the sack
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| He said, «Shh»
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| I said, «Shit, huh, got nothing to do with that, nigga, you the rat»
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| I got the cheese, got my eggs and milk
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| Took it to the counter, paid for it then peeled
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| You know somebody got killed in that short of a time
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| Laid out, body bloody with a bottle of wine
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| People all in the line
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| Hollerin' and cryin'
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| But this type of shit happen all of the time
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| I tried to pay it no mind
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| Walking back to the house
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| Saw a young brother with some crack in his mouth
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| Getting his serve on
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| Pistol in his front pocket with no shirt on
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| From out of nowhere, somebody snatched his gun
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| Started busting at him, couldn’t do nothing but run
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| Had to duck, got the fuck up, out of there (I'm out of there)
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| Bullets flying everywhere right by my ear
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| I hit the grass, held my bag real tight
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| But something just didn’t feel right
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| But I made it to the porch finally
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| Looked back, the coast was clear behind me
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| I got my key, had to flee inside my crib
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| I can’t believe this is how I live
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| Can’t cry over spilled milk
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| Busted up a half a dozen of eggs but I forgot to get the bread
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| Damn, damn, I forgot to get my bread
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| Gotta go back to the s… motherfucking store to get my bread
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| Huh |