| I’m a asshole nigga, and I’m running the pack
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| I advise that you clear the set, cause I’m about to attack
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| It’s been a lot of niggaz hating, on the shit that I’m bringing
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| But fuck what you talk, Guerilla niggaz perfect with aiming
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| I’m bout to lean on the market, trying to leave me for dead
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| Cause all that hopping fire with Trae, will get your bitch ass bled
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| So everyday it be the same, it’s just me and my dogs
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| Back then I couldn’t focus, I was blinded by the fog
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| And Donnie I ain’t forgot you, ain’t a damn thang changed
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| It’s SK to the death, I’m still repping the game
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| So I’ma ride for the team, when I fuck up the game
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| And now the whole Spring Branch, fin to respect the name
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| And it hurt, when the judge said 1 to the 5
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| If they ever let you free, I hope I’ll still be alive
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| Why these bitch ass niggaz, wanna see me a goner
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| See I’ma swing from the heart, and slip they ass in a coma
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| They don’t want it how I’ma give it, I mean what I say
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| And I say what I mean, they bout to see me strapped with a beam
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| And they don’t wanna get it gangsta, we can go with the fists
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| And as soon as they drop the gun, I bet I get in they shit
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| I gotta tell it like it is, and I ain’t holding back a thang
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| So if they ever hear the name, then bitch I guess I’ll be to blame
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| Only thing I got to claim, is my balls and my word
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| Disrespect, and watch how niggaz run your head to the curb
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| I’m a Mobster, looking for the worst of thangs
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| Retaliation is a must, for all my niggaz in pain
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| Z-Ro, I tried to chill but they got me wired up And all these niggaz leaching your name, done got me fired up These niggaz ain’t real, I swear to God that they hoes
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| Let’s see how much they got to say, with a 4−4 to they nose
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| I’m bout to bring it to the face, when they fuck with the Maab
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| It’s like we been against the world, since we left out the yard
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| And I don’t trust, nan nigga Ro The only reason they around, cause they know we gon blow
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| But everything will be revealed, in a matter of time
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| I’m constantly on a mission, until I’m laying em down
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| I only ask for the Lord, to forgive me for my sins
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| But everyday is the same thing, all over again
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| Shit done built up in my chest, so now I gotta let it free
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| Everybody and they mama, want me D-E-A-D
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| That’s why my attitude done got me, with another reputation
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| But fuck jail, and tell the judge suck my dick fuck probation
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| I’m a soldier, and only for the streets I ride
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| You bitches got my brother every hour, with 3−65
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| Everything is coming soon, so get ready for the war
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| We gon come for the war, and I ain’t leaving with a scar
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| Only way that I’ma leave, is if I’m in a pine box
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| And you gon know that it be real, when you hear the nine shots
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| Dear mama, I feel like your son is going for the edge
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| They should of never let me wake up, on the wrong side of the bed
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| And I got no understanding, cause this world is a trip
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| And I don’t wanna be a victim, so I’m loading a clip
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| Ready to mash like a lunatic, with my mug on And ain’t no need for me to rest, cause I’m in a slug zone
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| It ain’t no fairy tale my nigga, so don’t try to be cool
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| You don’t wanna get involved, with that A.B.N. |
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