Tom: Bb minor•
Intro 1
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My homie
Verse 1
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called me in the morning from a hospital bed
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He got holes in his body from a
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He said, three motherfuckers dead,
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this lady knows
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Try to jack his ass for his 84's
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Now in a bent top sick fit
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My nigga lays up
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Cause he wouldn't raise
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Caught 3 out of 7 of
the shots that rang
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Them folks say in' that he
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never walked the same
It sounds like a job for the
Uzi
Gat
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And where the fuck did your bitch
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say these fools be at?
For a real long time,
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we've been the best of friends
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And I'll be damned if a nigga
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don't get revenge
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I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to
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Busting slugs in they guts,
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just a thing to do
While they pray for you,
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I'ma spray they crew
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I got love for my homies,
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I thought you knew
He said,
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Ghost don't sweat it, let the shit alone
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With these punk motherfuckers,
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I must pick a bond
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Now, will it be the cranium
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or the chest plate?
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Next break, back snap,
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put him in checkmate
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Let take me to vengeance,
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end this, let this
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Ripping through tendons, I end this
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Be cause you bleed inside
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I can't take no advice,
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I gots to break them off
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Cause my revenge, tastes so sweet,
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I gotta do what my friends would do for me
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You motherfuckers gotta pay,
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Ain't a fucking game,
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I'm blasting some acid
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Cause my revenge, tastes so sweet,
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I gotta do what my friends would do for me
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Motherfuckers gotta pay
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Hate a fuckin' gang
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I'm blastin' some acid
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My niggas check me
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I'm thinkin' of a master plan
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I'm straight up blastin' gas
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Them fuckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies
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Who done bit the dust
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Got revenge cause them bitches
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wasn't shit to us
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Now what the fuck can I accomplish
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And when I'm dead,
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but I find myself on
God's list
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Every night I give
thanks I didn't die today
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Turnin' cane in the
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crack in my microwave
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We're jillin' cause we feelin'
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that the pay's right
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Hopin' mama never see
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me at my gravesite
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No daylight, play night cautiously
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Could be death or my freedom,
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what is costin' me?
Lost in
B -Mary
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And these streets got me strollin'
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Very same song sung in the south
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from the mouth of a hustler
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Never have I trusted a trick
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or a hoe or a dope fiend
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Neither could they smoke
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Buildin' dams on the river
Live a life of a
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Hittin' switches on the free way
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Ha!
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Don't reply cuz me don't give a fuck
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What you hoes got to say
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Bout me here with fun
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Cuz my revenge is so sweet
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I gotta do what my friend
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s will do for me
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You motherfuckers gotta pay
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Ain't a fuckin' game
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I'm lastin' some acid
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Cause my revenge tastes so sweet
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I gotta do what my friends do for me
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You motherfuckers gotta pay
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Ain't a fuckin' game
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I'm lastin' some acid
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Stop short in your tracks
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Scats got the place around us
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Sounded two warning shots
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Fuck on up and you'll
Pounded bodies with the
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butts of twelve gauges
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Now our faces too straight in
them fuckin' dog cages
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Pages of my book turn
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like the wind blows
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On the paper of a brook,
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motherfuck them hoes
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Him grows as a hustler, grows as a
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Save his flows to
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Big 8
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Now he scores half a key
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Some said in his head
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He got insanity inside
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But all it really be
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Is mathematically inclined
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You might find others tak ing over
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Rookies moving cook ies
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They whipped in baking soda
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Baby, know the fuckin' rules
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My cheese is solid as a rock
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We're my homies and we ballin'
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With
Fuglock,
Tenderoni,
Phony
Fraud
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Motherfuckers best to
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Before you die, motherfuckers
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Busters, trusses, butters, hustlers, truss
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No one you can show
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That be a nigga's slo gan
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So roll one of sweet
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Chug a lug, one of eight ball
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And see where this motherfuckin' life
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Is gonna take y 'all
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And make us make it fall
It tastes so sweet,
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I gotta do what my friends would do for me
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You motherfuckers gotta pay
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I'm askin' for action,
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ain't no fuckin' cake
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I'm blastin' some acid, this might be it
It tastes so sweet,
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I gotta do what my friends would do for me
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You motherfuckers gotta pay
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I'm askin' for ac tion,
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pay the fuckin' cash
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I'm blastin' some acid
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