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Don`t make me flip on you Actually you can`t make me do nothing I might decide to I used to mush thugs And now I push drugs I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug Used to show me his guns Ain`t a cat that knows where ya son Remember violence at only one I used to watch my pops untreat a girl And beef with the world He had a bone to pick That`s why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me Because the apple don`t fall far from the tree g You cats keep your distance Cause your scared I might flip in an instant When I was filled with innocence I was still committing sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts who stick up kids That`ll rob you for six bucks bitch We flip right before you expect it Because we were neglected, as children now we`re hectic We shot men and we rob gems I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them Got easier, back since 2 o`clock 10 In case, one in ya face is the only option Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn`t have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn`t have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life Aiyyo, I grew up in the motherfucking projects My moms says if my pop left We would have to get a sectionade apartment The rest cheap, I see decepticons at least Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef That was some faggot shit, me and my borough For rent for do-lo The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn`t homo I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats Right before I started sold drugs and busting caps Right before I bust my first nut, I love to rap At 10 years old is when I first started to fuck with that Everyone else in my PJ`s knew I was black I kept it to myself, continued to defy my ?class? I used to buy my mother a milk jug and spike that You fight with me, I was the type of cat to fight back I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack Wife black, Puerto Rican`s, we was poor, it was wack My mom`s tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9`s instead Became one of those violent heads Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn`t have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn`t have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life
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