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Rollin' thru the 'hood
in his signature gangsta lean
Ridin' dirty with a Mag clip,
blowin' out his favorite Tupac scheme

Poetic justice he never liked,
his 9-mil wrote his Caesar Palace demise own
Raised on a rough road ---
Hell was always gonna be his retirement home

He embraced the thug life,
he pushed white powdered dreams
After he took everything you had,
he kicked you to the curb like you were trash

If you came back to him wanting more,
he'd tell you it's not like it was before
His advice to you was to get pissy mad,
then do what you got to do, and start breaking bad

He loved to cheat and lie,
he loved being a wise guy
He loved tossin' the bones,
he loved giving you the jones
He loved the do or die,
he loved sending you to the bye and bye
He loved to spray the ammunition,
he loved drivin' down the road to perdition

He raised his kids to be like him,
to never show anyone any mercy
Said if they every had to work a prison clock,
they'd be the ones ruling the cell block

He told 'em to feast on the weak,
and to permanently cripple the strong
He said never ever be on your knees
begging and pleading for sympathy 

He taught 'em to love to cheat and lie,
taught 'em how to be a streetwise guy
Taught 'em to love to toss the bones,
taught 'em how to give you the drug jones
He taught 'em to love to do or die,
taught 'em how to send you to the bye and bye
Taught 'em to love to spray the ammunition,
taking a few more with him down the road to perdition

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