| Yeah, okay
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| But I asked her I was like, «How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!»
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| Fucking snitch, bitch-ass
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| You don’t even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga
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| Kill those niggas (I'm really, really high)
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| Ain’t no respect to the game no mo' (more)
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| Niggas is bitches (niggas is bitches)
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| — (Repeat 2X)
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| I done lost my love for the game
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| Shit’ll never be the same
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| I’ll never lose my love for the streets (the streets)
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| The streets got love for me
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| Might of lost my love for the game (game)
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| Niggas don’t even act the same
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| I’ll never lose my love for the streets
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| Cause the streets got love for me (me)
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| I hit the block before it’s sunrise
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| I want to know where you bitch niggas went and hide (yeh)
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| Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!)
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| Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out
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| Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out?
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| I’m in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00)
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| Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I’m back on the grind
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| Four ten (4:10)
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| Put some dro in the wind then
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| Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone
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| Tell she if a nigga get busted
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| Niggas can’t be trusted in the game cause shit ain’t the same
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| Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost)
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| Shit cocked and blast
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| Put some lead in a motherfucker fast
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| Never play wit a gun, if ya can’t stop that (stop that)
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| Or get that in ya motherfucking ass
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| — (Repeat 2X)
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| I done lost my love for the game
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| Shit’ll never be the same
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| I’ll never lose my love for the streets (the streets)
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| The streets got love for me
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| Might of lost my love for the game (game)
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| Niggas don’t even act the same
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| I’ll never lose my love for the streets
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| Cause the streets got love for me (me)
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| Took a chance when I came in
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| Did my time if I got caught
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| If I lost, it was my fault
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| Took the blame for the whole thing
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| And it was the work, it was my walk
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| To do or double wit the plot then
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| Let a nigga fellin' boxed in
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| I was slangin' in my socks then
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| On the corner flippin' 20's
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| Tryin' to turn em into 50's
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| On the ten speed right in front of walk in
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| It’s no hood where I came from
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| Where a nigga got his game from
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| Ain’t nothin' changed, I’m the same one
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| To pull a strap out my backpack
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| Cock the hammer back (clack!)
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| Duck and get ya brains hung
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| And shake the cop up when the block clear
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| Cause the drama doesn’t stop here
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| Gotta watch for ya own peers
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| Nigga damn near ain’t knowin' who the fuck I am
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| And you ain’t knowin' how I got here
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| See we don’t speak and we don’t do nothin'
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| It’s on you if you slang things
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| Get your money, homie, maintain
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| Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg
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| Or you’ll get offset and this a cold game
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| And snitch-niggas never last long
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| So snitch-niggas get yo' ass on
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| A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on
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| Took the pledge on my own hand
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| Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song
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| — (Repeat 2X) (w/ minor variations)
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| I done lost my love for the game
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| Shit’ll never be the same
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| I’ll never lose my love for the streets (the streets)
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| The streets got love for me
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| Might of lost my love for the game (game)
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| Niggas don’t even act the same
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| I’ll never lose my love for the streets
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| Cause the streets got love for me (me)
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| I done lost, yeh |