Texty:
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then me Cause in particularly I get figures like I'm flippin' some D?? I don't know whatchu claim but I'm pro wit' the aim Nigga the Crooked'll put a

horse My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row Even though I try I can't let go Like

it smile Bdi, like the all I seein, everything, like this mood I be in Meditation, constant concentration When I inhale and exhale for all my niggas whose facin death row

find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath I'm bitter 'cause I'm dyin', so much

the back door The back door, the back door, the back door Walked in the club, all the ho's gave me the sex look They like a nigga like me 'cause I'm

trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook" The spot got shook, it was hell below Is that the future shock? Hell, no, it's Death Row I was

, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation Niggaz playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states I'm screamin' death row

nigga? What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga? What's my muh'fuckin' name? Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest Repeat, Death Row at it's finest Nigga

smack-ups, forces callin' for back-up Chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils Four govermentals with four sets of dentals I