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Had To Take It Up Wit God Or Satan Bitch Or Blame That Hoe That Had You See Im At You , Look At The Evil That Cash Do Right Down To The Tip And A Mask

away I don't wanna conceive takin' his either Dipped into the back and took a breather Heard steps steady in closin' with the bullet skeezer Gotta do somethin', I ain't

be gone I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin' Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more closed coffin Not often do

multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't

I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have

they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic, ain't none of that whack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't

and dough again Yup! Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin', about the dough

than a Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die Suge