Tonart: Bb minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
the weather in this damn neighborhood
Hot like fire, everything female's lookin' good,
My nigga
Freddy agrees, we near fainted not knowing that my fates
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portrait was being painted that very same day
Anyway we chillin' on the stoop, shootin' the breeze,
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arguing about who was the illest
MC
Verbally slap my nigga, sayin' player it's
Jay -Z
My mom's cussin' short,
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sendin' me to the
A &P, supplies for supper
Quarter milk, loaf of bread,
and a stick of butter
I was makin' beats for
Ace last night
And you know them vets'll make
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you work up a appetite
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Split jumpin' that act,
extended in the back
Won't start pumpin' them tracks,
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killed my back to remat at me
Err, n***a hit the brakes,
dude I live for them
Camilo and
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P .F. cuttin' tapes
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Can't forget the clue, got
Tony touchin'
Do I care?
We could walk, it's only five from my crib
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And anyway, my n***a
J who got my mastermind joint
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Stay on the way to the grocery point,
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be back soon
Momma say nah,
knowin' that my fate's portrait
Was bein' painted that very same day
Mrs.
Johnson is on the lawn
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Sunbathing so we hawking,
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she the finest forty -something I seen in nine lives
Not even
Mr.
Johnson believes she forty -five
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That's why I've made the pledge,
no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl,
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Here come the ice cream truck,
some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to touch,
Yo
Big
Sox, when the album due kid,
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I wanna form my neighborhood
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Like a
Vietnam camp in 73
Separated from society
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Hit the corner, there's my nigga
J .I. and me
Motherfucker, where my tape at?
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Lie to me, an d
I'ma break that
Yo, let's take a walk,
I'ma get it on the way back
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We gotta talk, I heard one of them coons
from the other side of the block
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Was fuckin' with you over some bullshit
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And pulled clips illegitly
He actin' shifty because my crib where
his chick be hangin', dude
Ignore that shit,
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G, and keep that thing bangin'
In every way, not knowing that my fate's board
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trip was being painted that very same day
We gets to the
A,
MPJ smokin' so them niggas wait for me
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I'm standing in the express line,
what do I see through the window?
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The same coon and his kinfolk,
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everything turned slow motion and muted in my mind
Watching these niggas creep up from behind,
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I see one pull a 9, I scream, turn around
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Too late, my nigga
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Jay's brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga
Freddy in the gut, sayin' what now,
motherfucker?
Your man's nothin' but a memory and
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hits him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch today,
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I'm killin' a bunch I run outside where one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin' from the head
Grab the gat,
J -Hat strapped on the inside
of his leg
Yo,
I'm about to retaliate,
ill visions of murder
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Blah, fuck it now, it's time to kill
Cop back, I'm prepared for action
Becomin' one with
Samuel
L.
Jackson
I see them niggas runnin' away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waitin' at his crib
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I'ma end this shit today
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look he comes now I never felt
pressure like this before
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debating you know whether I should blast on
sight or wait till the motherfucker
puts the key in the door creep
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up on the nigga with
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God's hand on the hairpin
trigger forgive me mama but I'm gonna be a
little late with the groceries I mean
And you know,
then it's just gonna have to wait.
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Turn around, motherfucker!
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Now, if this was you,
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what the fuck would you do?
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