| You know what it is
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| That extra high shit, you know
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| Sometimes you just zone the fuck out
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| That’s how it be
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| Took a drink, lit a joint
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| Hit too much wax, am I off point?
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| in the six, knockin'
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| Renee remix by the Lost Boyz
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| You felt pain if you lost joy
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| Can’t please a wolf with a dog’s toy
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| You got beef, bring it to the source, boy
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| When Achilles killed Hector, he lost Troy
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| You’re forewarned 'bout the four pound
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| Catch a 'em in a four by four, give 'em four rounds
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| That was five fours but it wasn’t a dub
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| I was out there for the money if it wasn’t the love
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| On-site every night, that’s the life of a thug
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| Ran up every day gettin' tight with the plug
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| If we all livin' wrong, am I rightfully bugged?
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| Get the lighter, I got fire, I’m about to get buzzed
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| It’s inhaled then it’s held in
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| If I ain’t goin' to Heaven, I go to Hell
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| Then think about the black cloud, wonderin' if I fell in
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| Am I Heaven sent or Hell bent?
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| I be outside on the South side
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| Come through the North side in a boss ride
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| Shout to the West and the East side
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| We gon' get high and pray to God that the beast die
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| Yeah, I’m always on some other shit, rubber grips
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| Load up the fifth for another vic'
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| On the float gettin' high to the roach clips
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| Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit
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| Yeah, I’m always on some other shit, rubber grips
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| Load up the fifth for another vic'
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| On the float gettin' high to the roach clips
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| Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit
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| Can’t remember the beginnin' but you think of the end
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| If I’m higher than the cloud, can I sleep on the wind?
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| Can God cleanse my soul with the rain drops?
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| I don’t go to church, will it work, will the pain stop?
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| Used to blow weed, get the money out the 'caine spot
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| If you from the ghetto, you probably done heard a thang pop
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| Seen it jump, it ain’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop
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| That was three stops but we keep goin'
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| I like to smoke, I pre-roll 'em
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| The lab life, I keep flowin'
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| Bruce P-Roy, I keep glowin'
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| One mic check, four night checks
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| Precise and hype if you don’t know that I’m nice yet
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| All black hoppin' out the white 'Vet
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| I got the insight and my sight’s set
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| Yeah, I’m always on some other shit, rubber grips
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| Load up the fifth for another vic'
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| On the float gettin' high to the roach clips
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| Oh shit, telly port style when I smoke shit |