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Told Mr. Criminal That I'm a criminal That the way I live Is sort of biblical In my neighborhood I’m a f**king general Being watched by the police and the federals Having visions of a meal ticket money back Being broke that's something there I can't imagine So I set a meeting up with the Crime Family Had a blueprint to rob a bank So we all planned it Pass me the blammer Bout to go bananas Everybody down, if not I’m a let you have it Hockey mask on, to conceal the face Cause i can't leave my son alone And fight another case (never) Heaven on on earth Give us this daily bread Make it quick, if not I'm a shoot you in the head I ain't got no type of muthaf**king patience Cause I was raised West Inglewood Crazy Lately playboy I been struggling Got to pay the rent And my baby momma buggin man She always b*t*hing at me Instead of hugging me So guess what I'm out on the streets thugging it (west side) Gotta hurry up fill up the duffel bag Gotta scram cause the police gonna come fast They rolling up, so I'm loading up I ain't going back to jail So the gun fire up
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