Tonart: C# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Just like a motion picture,
gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager,
stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four,
tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out before the Po Po
come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef,
but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets,
they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet,
no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks,
niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
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My last shell, tore through his spine,
it's time to bail
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It's slow motion,
dust in my clothes started ?Boatin'?
It's bizarre copin',
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my blood flowin' like the Arctic Ocean
hit the corner slow pacin'
No destination,
Verse 2
it's up North a nigga facin'
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If we all gonna die,
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I'm prepared to meet my maker
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But before I touch that death bed,
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fam, I got to see some paper
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Keep our head to the sky,
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won't let no one pull us down
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Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks,
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money make this world go 'round
Verse 3
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I plead innocent,
the love for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds,
the mortal ten percent
Self Defense,
incarceration couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at
the time I felt it, felt intense
Him or me,
it's misery through my memory
But mentally,
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outcome wise I feel no sympathy
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You know the streets,
how some niggas could go for weeks
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Rock you slow to sleep, play you for dough,
now you know it's beef
I live my life on the creep
Tinted Jeeps,
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bulletproof coupes move Mys tique
Verse 4
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Let him speak, my dog is innocent
It was my gats (boo I got this), this cat named Roberto,
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it's certain
C#m
Desert E's in my skirts end
Let my nigga live (oha), while
I breed us up a kid
Verse 5
Face this little bitch
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No explanation, speedy trial,
fuck the extra waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time
Verse 6
a nigga facin'
C#m
(So what's the verdict?) If we all gonna die,
I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed,
fam, I got to see some paper
Keep our head to the sky,
won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks,
A
money make this world go 'round
Verse 7
ill inside,
though my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin',
that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit,
all the hoes hit, all the cold shit
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From comin' that close,
gettin' my dome split
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Spread it out, so much on my mind,
gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause
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I feel dead with out
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Check my rap sheet, no prior cases,
just some tax beef
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Charged with drunk drivin' once,
but I was half 'sleep
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Swervin', off of St. Mark's and
Burgan, in a rented Suburban
I must've dozed when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now,
no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court,
and I'm tryin' to beat this
A new Don, another score,
another new born, been too long
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Here's a dick jury for y'all
Order in the court, order in the court
That's contempt of court!
Verse 8
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I'm prepared to meet my maker
C#m
But before I touch that death bed,
A
fam, I got to see some paper
C#m
Keep our head to the sky,
A
F#m
won't let no one pull us down
C#m
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks,
A
money make this world go 'round
Verse 9
C#m
If we all gonna die,
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I'm prepared to meet my maker
C#m
But before I touch that death bed
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feel, I gotta see some paper
C#m
Keep our head to the sky,
A
F#m
won't let no one pull us down
C#m
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks,
A
money make this world go 'round
Verse 10
Outro 1
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