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Spoken intro: (smoking & coughing) God damn! This goes out to you bitch ass niggas speaking bad on the dead This goes out to my nigga makaveli I wanna say what's up to my nigga makaveli Rest in playa pieces Niggas die...daily Verse 1: Live the murderous lifestyle Seeing niggas get smothered With my foot in the grave and the other in the gutter Bred being a drug dealer, natural born thug nigga Ballin' with mob figures, soldiers and real killas Tellin' my homies when we hit the weed Avenge me if I die by my enemies Make sure they bleed Put their faces on the front page Blow a nigga in his dome, close range with tha muthafuckin' 12 gauge And tell 'em bossalini called the shots Still lookin for them bitch ass niggas that murdered my homie pac Locked up my nigga major pain Cause they can't fuck with the realism that came from a niggas brain You jealous muthafuckas still got me strapped I be smokin' on chronic sacks with death knockin' at my back I'm going crazy, seeing shit that ain't real Drunk and shootin' at niggas that I done already killed Chorus: Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to die Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why Trying to get to ghetto heaven cause I'm born to die Hopin' the lord will see my reason when he asks me why Make sure they bleed Make sure they bleed If I die by my enemies make sure they bleed Verse 2: Should they speak on a soldier when he dead Cause when he's livin' all the drama you spittin get your muthafuckin weed Splittin Get your money while you still on this earth Born sinnin' from birth Black hearses cursing the turf Carrying dead bodies to the church Ashes to dirt, niggas be restin' in playa pieces like tutinkam (spelling's Wrong) Ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's vietnam Keep your killa partners with you but don't keep them too close Cause some niggas is magicians, turn your ass to a ghost And have you watch your body, lookin' at your corpse full of holes Cause some niggas appear to be friends and foes Who really knows? It's a fucked up world, niggas murder you while you sleeping And I'm waitin' to catch 'em creepin' Bitch ass niggas get to die with their eyes open The only real drama is two guns smokin' Chorus Verse 3: Welcome back to the ghetto, niggas still infected with thug disease Felonies, 60 g's for 2 ki's ? ? ? we all around When it comes to the root of the evil we all down Thugs crying with tears made a cop ? ? ? Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower Is he going to hell for killin' niggas escapin'? Or going crazy cause his freedoms takin'? Born sinning, niggas dying with their nikes on I'm bringing fear to my enemies, keep them sleeping with their lights on Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily All the o.g. niggas giving game to thug babies If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is gone Take your muthafucking head, ain't no vest for your dome Chorus
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