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1	Where it at, where it at						Pshhhh pshhhh	1
2	Where it at, where it at						Uhh	2
3	Where it at, where it at						[repeat 3x]	3
1								1
4	Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or						[Verse 1]	4
5	Do he rhyme wit a slug tryin' to sound like mase?						Ohh you rhyme witta    slug and sum shots in his face	5
6	Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake						He rhyme witta slug tryna                        sound like ma$e	6
7	Maybe I'm just killin', maybe he just snitchin'						Listened to his tape, this lil'	7
8							nigga used to sound like cake	8
9	See a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton						Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin	9
10	I see is straight bird, straight girl						See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped	10
11	Yea he be a killa,you kill the words						What I see is straight bug, straight thoro	11
12	you gotta look at the facts and not the hype						Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs	12
13							Rather look at the facts not the hype	13
14	Like who got shot and who got knife-d?						Like who got shot and who got knifed	14
15	Who keep gettin' struck, but don't neva strike?						Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike	15
	Hope the beef go away but the feds indict						Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
	I know yo card nigga, it's so clear						I know yo card nigga, it's so clear
16							You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare	16
2	You just wanna sell records you don't want warfare							2
	You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide						You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
17	'Cause niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times						These niggaz would've died if	17
18	Hey it's just for the record take this mob shit serious, please respect it						they shot me nine times	18
19							Heyy it's juss for the best	19
20	Hear we go with shots that rip 'em apart						Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it	20
3	'Cause it's a blood comin' outta his heart							3
1							[Hook]	1
2							And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart	2
3							Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum	3
	It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry						It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
	When they losin' their life						When they losin' their life
21							When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night	21
22	Muhfuckaz as                           me how I sleep at night						Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight	22
23	Pretty good witta slur an my heat held tight						Pray to god while I'm gone, is	23
24	Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like						what underneath feels like	24
25	Finish my work on this earth and turn off the lights						It's my work by                              the surf when	25
26							they turn off the lights	26
4	You ain't kill Homa 'cause if you did							4
27	Why you ain't get the kid that ordered the hit						[Verse 2]	27
4							You ain't kill humma 'cause if you did	4
5							Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit	5
	You know I know, that if you live						You know I know, that if you live
	That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody						That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody
5								5
	Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut						Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut
28	You        a boxer nigga, nobody got shot						Yoo pac's a        nigga, nobody got shot	28
29	Nobody got crushed, you screamin' what what						Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what	29
30	Okay okay killa you suck						Okay okay killa you'sa slut	30
31							Think about it, enoughs enoughs	31
32	Tinkerbelle, enough is enough it's time to show 'em who's who						I'm tryna                             show 'em whoes who	32
33	And what is what I mean how can I respect you						And what is what	33
34	When them niggaz that left you ain't none of'em blessed you						I mean how can I respect                              you	34
6							When them niggaz that left you ain't	6
7							none of 'em blessed you	7
8							(not nobody)	8
	You know where they are, where they perform						You know where they are, where they perform
35							Bust yo gun, stop makin songs	35
36	Bust yo gun, stop makin' songs						Please no more ghetto quran	36
6	Please no more ghetto Quran							6
	You got money now it's time to bomb						You got money now it's time to bomb
37	And that's just from the time						And that's juss fo the top	37
38	Take this mob shit serious please respect it						Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it	38
39	Hear that boy the shots they rip 'em apart						And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart [2x]	39
40	'Cause it's a blood comin' outta his heart						Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum	40
7	Hear that boy the shots they rip 'em apart							7
8	'Cause it's a blood comin' outta his heart							8
9								9
10	Death of perfection as I move without motion							10
11	Ain't no nigga in his game doin' the shit that I'm quotin'							11
12	Take a good look 'cause you'll neva a see another of me							12
13	Might be sum otha G's tryina trace and color me							13
9							[Verse 3]	9
10							Death of perfection as I move witout motion	10
11							Ain't no nigga in his game doin	11
12							the shit that I'm quotin'	12
13							Take a good look 'cause you'll	13
14							neva a see enought of me	14
15							Might be sum otha g's tryna trace n color me	15
	But I believe in the ways of old						But I believe in the ways of old
41	When I slit a fools throat tryna tell on po						Slice these niggaz           throat tryna tell on po	41
42	That shouldn't exist, fuckin' snitch						That shouldn't excist, fuckin snitch	42
43	Cut off his dick, put it on his lips						Cut of his dick, put it on his lips	43
14								14
	You really think I was gon' let you slide						You really think I was gon' let you slide
44	Fuckin' wit me you must be outcho mind						Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind	44
	You really think jail was gon' make thinks right						You really think jail was gon' make thinks right
	Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life						Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life
45							I was mindin' my own, word got	45
46	I was mindin' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin' 'bout po						back, niggaz talkin bout po	46
47	I was like oh, God must be ready for this nigga to go						I was like ohh, god must be	47
48	Gangland     this is the mob you got yo break come finish yo job						ready fo this nigga to go	48
49	Just don't get           the feds involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo moms rip						I ain't lyin this is the mob	49
50							You got yo break come finish yo job	50
51	I guess this ain't just music						Juss don't get the feds involved	51
52	'Cause jail only made me much mo' ruthless						And I'mma reunite you wit yo moms	52
53	And the bitch nigga knew this that's why he tryed to sign me to G-unit						Rip	53
16							I guess this ain't juss music	16
17							Cuz jail only made me much mo' ruthless (nigga)	17
18							And the bitch nigga knew this	18
19							That's why he tryed to sign me to g-unit	19
	Tell 'em how you made me offers						Tell 'em how you made me offers
54	I don't run with that blood I'm a godfather						(I don't want       that blood I'mma godfather)	54
55							Jumped on every street corner	55
15	Loved on every street, conquered streets							15
	Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor						Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor
56	The feds I paid for that ten years up top						The feds I paid fo that	56
57	Not seven months shop						10 years up top	57
58							I sell 'em much shop	58
59	I walked the yard with blood						Both of ya was       blood	59
60	Took the bus with 'cause went gun for gun						Took the bus wit cuz	60
61	I earned my lug you, you just pathetic						Want gun fo gun	61
62	You will neva be G, despite yo efforts						I earned my lug	62
63	Take this mob shit serious, you gon' respect it						You,                            you juss pathetic	63
64	Tha's just for the record						You neva bg, bespite yo average	64
65							Take this mob shit serioue, you gon' respect it	65
66	Hear we go with the shots that rip 'em apart						Tha's juss fo       the record	66
16	'Cause it's a blood comin' outta his heart							16
20							[Hook]	20
21							And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart	21
22							Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum	22
	It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry						It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
	When they losin' their life						When they losin' their life
67							When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night	67
68	Muhfuckaz as                           me how I sleep at night						Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight	68
69	Pretty good witta slur an my heat held tight						Pray to god while I'm gone, is	69
70	Pray to God while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like						what underneath feels like	70
71	Finish my work on this earth and turn off the lights						It's my work by                              the surf when	71
72							they turn off the light	72
17	Turn off the lights							17
18	Turn off the lights							18
19	Turn off the lights							19
20	Turn off the lights							20

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