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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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We can't help it, we can't help it,
that's some bullshit
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Y 'all don't wanna hire a nigga
cause I'm an ex -convict
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Thinkin' I'm a steal or
somethin' in the nature
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All the hoes who work at night,
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they think that I'm a raper
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Just cause I'm a goddamn ex -con
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Jobs treat my ass like an
out -of -date coupon
Gettin' me to go back is the game plan
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They might as well pin that
shit up on the next man
On a mission, I can't do it by myself,
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so I need a down -ass nigga
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Who let his nuts hang to the floor
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Knowing my man
Lil'
James would understand
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Hook me up with a nigga
from the park named
Buku's money
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Bitch, I tried to get a job,
but they were runnin' from me
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Another parole visit at noon
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Why don't you motherfuckers give
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my dick some breathing room?
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My address changed from
The
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cause I got better shit than his ass
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Nosey as hell, the hunk,
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Hey, what fell out the bitch, man?
He had it for the foam in the den
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Mr.
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Paul, officer, say goodbye
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Oxygen
Now that's the end of that
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Man, fuck that shit,
I ain't goin' back
Don't talk about a nigga like me
Me be on paper, you got me fucked up,
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Don't talk about a nigga like me
Shootin' you hoes out the sky
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Tryin' to mock me or parole me
Now I'm a fugitive again, headed for
Jamaica
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With a bunch of girls, on my train, ayy, I'm
a taker
Cause I don't give a fuck about a female
I strapped some bricks to
her feet and let her ass sail
I guess I'm supposed to give them slack,
they figure
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But when I was in,
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they ain't even know a nigga
Now I'm on the run again,
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tryna keep my ass out the state pit
And
I'mma tell ya, it ain't a simple task
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Even laws here in
Jamaica on my motherfuckin' ass
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Like medicine to a cold,
a basketball to a goal
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A flag to a pole, a dick to a pussy hole
The head nigga in charge they wanna get
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Take me back?
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Nuh -uh man, that's bullshit
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The only way I'm going back is in a box
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Dead as fuck, with a pocket full of rocks
Open the door, you nigga!
Motherfucker, please
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So they bust through the bench like
City of the
Siege
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They shot, we shot
One of my boys fell
So me and
Pete, I'm at break like bats outta hell
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Leaving 19 of the 20 lost dead
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To be hit away, we get away
When
DJ
Reddy read
He know we can't go out like that
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I'll be good goddamn if
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Little strong hearted nigga like me
Fuck the slave master and
his damn penitentiary
Little strong hearted nigga like me
You can forget that shit
There ain't no motherfuckin'
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Summer on the run, I'm in a track meet I used to be shot,
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neither to get my ass beat
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Neither taxed with a nice dick
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Far as I'm concerned,
dick
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Rollin' like a motherfucker,
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and nuns gettin' hit in the process
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But that ain't bother me a bit
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Still rollin' through the nickel,
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shootin'
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Laws still on my ass trailing, but my foot's in the tank,
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and I'm failing, dazed as hell
I start rolling up to
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Murph, then I get an idea,
The
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Laws walk up on us with their gats pulled out,
AK shots to the mouth
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Put my shit in drive, then threw away my gat,
no weapon and no witness, so how can I go back?
You hoes in the courthouse
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won't be crossing three
You know god damn well he planted that
shit on me I ain't going back,
motherfucker
You all got me fucked up,
y 'all think I'm going back, so that's y 'all
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