| Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
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| FBI warning? |
| Huh, don’t mean nuttin
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| They call that shit a crime? |
| Yo that shit’s a joke
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| Hit record on my dope remote
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| I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be
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| It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E
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| He said, «We got static — word, I just got out
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| Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out
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| Bullets everywhere,» Okay what’s the prob?
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| «Ink got popped, he’s dead as a doorknob.»
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| You bullshittin! |
| «I ain’t fuckin around
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| The posse’s rollin tonight, nigga are you down?»
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| I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac
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| Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back
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| I said — Chill, don’t let nobody move without me
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| Say you know where they are?
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| He said, «I know where they be»
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| Let’s peel their caps back
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| Let’s peel their caps back
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| Twelve o’clock midnight, posse was airtight
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| Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights
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| Some people talked, while others cried
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| Ink was a brother, who shouldn’t have died
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| Then the silence broke, Ice what’s it gonna be?
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| 38 hard brothers stood and stared at me
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| There were only two words that I had to say
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| The car’s loaded with a silence that could wake the dead
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| Pistols clipped as the chambers loaded full of lead
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| Everyone in the crew knew what I said
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| Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
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| Let’s peel their caps back
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| The cars at the corner like a long black snake
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| Night prowlin' for a life to take
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| Ya see down in the ghetto it’s an eye for an eye
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| That’s the answer to the question why
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| In my throat, there’s a lump, then I swallow it, I ain’t no chump
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| Face of Death, then I cocked my pump
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| I’m a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull
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| Just layin for a reason to pull
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| On you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way
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| I’m insane, and my homeboy’s death made me this way
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| But then we spot him, Evil E shot him
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| Dead in the face, made sure that he got him
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| Others ran, but no mercy to the posse’s wrath
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| Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath
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| Let’s peel their caps back
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| Let’s peel their caps back
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| Let’s peel their caps back
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| Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye
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| My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die
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| I drank my blood as I fell like shit into the street
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| My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat
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| Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge
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| Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins
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| But this drama, you’ll never hear a word of
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| Cause all the paper’s gonna read is a gang murder
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| Gang murder |