's too hard to tell the truth What do you see when you look at me? Do you take me for a fool? This fool is through This fool is through This fool is
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hard, its too hard to tell the truth What do you see when you look at me Do you take me for a fool This fool is done This fool is done This fool
make his relative show me where the fella live Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby
still got kilos of coke (Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath) That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head Cause
'll propose to (CLUE CLUE!) I hear niggaz talk, dummer then they suppose to A brotha leak, like a plumber aint suppose to Ride this clean yea, summers
two of my niggaz with me and we about to shut the industry down Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin! [Lil Wayne] Hit me! Front that shit this the south
fuck down! Ya dig?! (Ahhh!!) Whole Up-town stand tha fuck up! Whole North stand tha fuck up! Bay Area stand tha fuck up, nikka!! This where it started! Fo' us!! This
your Ms., would you make me kill you person Or would you deal with this broad, that got you into this shit Would you peep the situation, or go crazy and start
peoples cause everybody dying Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga This is hard
bad and ugly cause the good done died We tried laying low niggas want to cross them lines So when I'm saying so you getting bumped off this time Fuck
puffing but it ain't nothing but grass Now how you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my
you to, another level of mind To get a closer look at death, before I flatten your line You done it this time, and ain't no way you getting away I put this
any plenty infinity with they minds on the mic lookin to get that juice arm me in semi auto inside a bottle splashin through your ride homie you just
waist by my price time Cuz my chain hang so low my tongue bang wit my pipe line Walk around, all day wit this beam like it's night time You can see em
on my grind hoe Niggas talkin this and that and wonder what i sound hoe Oh now you hatin DTP cause we got tha game sold Botton line you gotta problem
soldier Told cha I control mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is
in the mirror Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started
