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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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It's a hell up in harlem,
fuckit, another day
Another dollar, wake up,
to the barking from the rottweilers
Pull the collars,
make em sit for the godfather
Then I holler, to justin my son, run the water
For the shower,
trust fund scholarship sure to give him power
Baby momma call, she pick him up,
in about an hour
Now free to go, free to blow,
with the calicos
And the navajos,
it's just the way this player knows
Anything goes, finally caught up
with my nigga sam sam
Picked me up, in the tan lex land
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Wanted breakfast down at pan pan's,
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what's your fa vorite dish?
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He ordered cheese eggs and grits,
I had the swordfish
What is this? three niggaz dressed
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in black
Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat
One tapped me on my back,
then pointed at my stack
Put my finger on the trigger
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Then I asked him,
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whatchu want nigga?
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Whatchu gonna do when it's your
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turn to go
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Whatchu gonna do when you
can't take no mo'
You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice
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and slow
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Whatchu gonna do when it's your turn to
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go
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Verse two: puff daddy
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I pray to God that I'm dreamin,
I know my family
Wouldn't take it, when the doctor said,
he ain't make it
Mom dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief
How she gonna tell her son
his daddy is deceased?
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Now she got beef with them
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bitches up the street
All because I used to creep,
with her girlfriend sharese
She knows, I keep the hoes,
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from nation, to nation
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On every radio station,
goodfellas in rotation, uhh
That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit,
flip my wig
Attempt to murder me like tommy gills
Before they draw,
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niggaz threw me to the floor
Drill holes in my pocket,
sam launch the rocket
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They wanna rip my arms out the socket,
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fuckin heathens
Love to see a nigga stop breathin
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I heard a voice sing out,
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ain't you sean puffy combs?
Here's your eulogy,
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meet you at the crossroads
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G'night bone
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Verse 5
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Chorus
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Verse three: puff daddy
Interlude 2
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Verse 6
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Nothing but clouds and white
suits fill my vision
Watching my life go down, like christian
Listen hear them bullets rang,
shotguns and mac millis
Spraying like a hurricane in this
war called the terror game
And deuce deuces can't stand the pain
Little guns ain't got no
business in this blizzard
They just kibitz, here's five shots to visit,
blaka
Blowin bullet holes sizes
of door knockers
Three headed for my chest straight,
the other two
Came a little late,
and just barely missed my face
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I'm tryin to find a steady place
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between two cars
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One of us gon' either wind up dead,
or behind bars
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Shit, I'm just tryin to live,
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so I can raise my kid
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And own the world,
bone all the girlie girls
That's when I finally figured out
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That's that nigga david arthur,
sharese baby father
And I didn't even bother to
ask no further questions
No more confessions only suggestions
I think sam set me up,
cause them bullets squeezed up
From the rear,
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and sam was the only nigga there
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Then they all peeled out in the rental,
aluminum
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Sam in the passenger seat,
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so I'm assumin them
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Niggaz didn't even get to peep
Lil' kim and them, in the backseat,
with the heat
Clips they feelin em, to the top,
shit ain't sweet
Once the light turns red,
nuff said, that's dead
They fled, and they waved, hot lead
If I aimed up, I'd be on my deathbed
Sucker move,
for that they don't get no props
Lil' kim and them,
mad they ain't bust no shots
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We in the block,
no land posters just old posters
Of gangsta niggaz I see
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ghosts of gangsta figures
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I'm tryin to hold my own when
they snatched me out the car
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Took me in the saloon and said,
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puffy, there you are
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Them same cats we chased two
blocks had new spots
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Washin dishes,
I guess for goin out like bitches
I smacked em, gave a little speech,
to mirth
Happiness, cause me and
all my peeps got hurt
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That night, I said a little prayer,
me and justin
That's when I heard the bustin,
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yeah
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Outro 1
Chorus
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