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nights and latin quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, trained they seeds, gave them cash Pass the fame and let the game go rolling past Why you change it's a cold world taught me like Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, institution I don't rush with it Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fucking your bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay institution Nigga fuck the institution fame [Young Noble] Remember hit em up, don't make us do it once more You niggas know, you ain't fucking with them Outlawz We key souljahs, souljah from Compton to Brooklyn We're the type to get sniped, when the cops is looking Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made your bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game we only got one click we Outlawz from the door Dirty stains when I fuck on the floor, kissin the floor We dirty as the mother fucking streetz of Jers' We sweep niggaz with the words so the heat's referred Holla [Chorus] You don't have to worry you can ride
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