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I got a thorn in my side and i wish someone would pull it
I'm thinking about giving this motherfucker a bullet
But i ain't going out like that
I got too much at stake
To let myself be brought down by these snakes
They fake
And everybody know it
Hell, they be tryin' they best not to show it
But it coming out like sweat from they pores
I sees 'em everywhere with these 5 dollar hoes
Callin' for a war but they don't want no trouble
If i really had my way i'd spank that ass on the double
These niggas mumble, conversations with they partners
But, they best-a take vacations
Before the catch hot ones
They whereabouts, i always know
And little do they know i got niggas ready to blow up they homes
But i'm-a tell my niggas to freeze that
Ain't no need to go to jail or hell behind these fucking thieves,
Black
Fuck that (see these niggas ain't right, it's about time we all get
Hype)
We'll see 'em on the street when it's meant to be when the time is
Right
But until then, stay cool only time'll tell
When it's time to make these motherfuckers raise up and bail
Set sail
Get the fuck up off the block nigga
Or better yet, gimme what the fuck you got
I want everything
From the dope to g's, expensive clothes, elbows in vogues and lexus
Keys
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We sendin' letters to bitches who were about to get-get it
Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it
Let it