Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
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N' I ain't goin' nowhere,
these bitches'll never run me off the set
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Like, I done seen 'em run a lotta cow ards up,
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outta here
Believe dat shit
Uhhh
Verse 2
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Nah, I ain't lyin', I ain't cryin'
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I ain't sheddin' a tear
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I ain't braggin' 'bout bein hard,
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I'm just bein' sincere
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Through the years, I steer clear,
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ah snakes and banana peels
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You could be surprised,
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how quick they kill ya, in Nashville
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Just, for havin' a lil more
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Some people coulda lived,
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if they woulda gave up they rims
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Fuck them! You gon' have to kill me,
for these car keys
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Don't try to rob me, just go on,
n' off me
I was stubborn,
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I ain't some spoon fed hoochie,
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that was raised in the suburbs
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I'm from right down the block,
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where they soul hovered
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N', if ya daddy didn't work,
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I bet, I die like a man,
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I ain't gon' lay on my stomach
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I'ma know, for a fact,
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that some real killas done it
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When ya, look me in my eyes,
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I'ma mug ya, and tell ya, fuck ya
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Dude, I ain't even no gangsta,
Verse 3
but I ain't gon' cry...
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Bitch!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Faggot!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Trick!
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Verse 4
(Boo Hoo Hoo) Quit cryin', Ho!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Bitch!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo)
Faggot!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Trick!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Quit cryin', Ho!
Verse 5
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I hear a whole lotta, tough talkin',
slick speakin'
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Direct it towards me,
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you gon' see some quick leakin' (Man)
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'Cause, I'm too old, to let a nigga,
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hit me where it hurt (Fo' real)
And, I'm too young,
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to let a nigga, lay me in the dirt
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Ya flirtin' wit disaster,
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and teasin' it, too (Too)
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Talkin' down, when ya see some real G's,
in the room (Room)
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Gotta long reputation,
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took years to build (Build)
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N', I don't think, I woke up this mornin',
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to get killed (Killed)
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Not by a bitch, like you, I know that
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If God sent ya, for me,
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then you gon' have to show that (So big)
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'Cause, I ain't scared to meet my maker,
when He call
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But, when the reaper come,
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he ain't comin', wit none ah y'all (Naw)
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You gon' need a pack ah gorillas, if not (?)
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If you plan on puttin' holes
through this (?) (?) sweater
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Playa, ya better, change ya gears,
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'Fore I have ya family and friends,
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In black clothes, exchangin' tears, cryin'...
Verse 6
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Bitch!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo)
Faggot!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Trick!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Quit cryin',
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Ho!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Bitch!
Verse 7
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(Boo Hoo Hoo)
Faggot!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Trick!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Quit cryin', Ho!
Verse 8
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I may never, sell no records,
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in Ja pan or Bangkok
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But, you'll never hear me cryin' bout,
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possessions, I ain't got
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Just, had to accept the fact,
that I ain't pop
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As long as, the underground,
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love it, I can't stop
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Just, happy to have, the things I got
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N', I'm hardcore,
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don't think, I'm not
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Don't think, I'm soft, 'cause,
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Don't think, I'm cool, my shit,
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And, I may never resign, wit a powerhouse
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I do a hundred thousand,
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when I put a album out
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Pound for pound, I'm down, to clown
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Any clown, that has any doubts,
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'bout the way I get down
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In town, and outta town, love is love
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When they pass me, in traffic,
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they throw up the dub
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I get 'em riled up, n' make 'em,
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Club owner, cryin', Boy,
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shut the fuck up! Ya sound like...
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Bitch!
Verse 9
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Faggot!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Trick!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Quit cryin', Ho!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Bitch!
Verse 10
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(Boo Hoo Hoo)
Faggot!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Trick!
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(Boo Hoo Hoo) Quit cryin',
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Ho!
Verse 11
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BITCH!!!
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FAGGOT!!!
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TRICK!!!
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QUIT CRYIN', HO!!!
Verse 12
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BITCH!!!
FAGGOT!!!
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TRICK!!!
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QUIT CRYIN',
Outro 1
HO!!!
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