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fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell It ain't just a name It's the game And we

woman They keep away my loneliness My parents have they have their religion But sleep in separate houses I read the body count out of the paper And now it?s

to die but it's taking so long THE WORLD'S SO WICKED, THE WORLD'S SO WRONG I just keep moving on, keep tryna stay strong THE WORLD'S SO WICKED, THE WORLD'S

gonna do it like this Anytime you're ready, check it I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends You can't

never proud of it, so I don't have to go back there again And uhh, I used to go like house to house (man) Sleepin on couch to couch (you know) Walk around

essence fest jazz fest mardi gras Shorty bounce body rock Now he drop now he got Family cry tell the feds tell the cops Smell the rat comin' back to the house