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That part, gotta follow your own heart. Living in the blind. Living in the dark. Looking for a fresh start. Avoiding the narcs, And them punk ass marks, That's got, no heart. Coming like a turd, Better yet a fart. Sprinkle the pepper by the door For the dogs, Coming with the barks. Grab the gat, Toast that ass, like some Pop tarts. No mercy, no gravity, for bringing the salt. One man down, then two, it's not my fault. No time to think twice Like a fish in a net, get caught. Your lost. Bitches trying to bring it. I got something for them chickas, Way sweeter. Never follow the crowd, Always been a leader. Stepping into these hands, *****, I'm coming with some heaters. You gone think your nigga beat yah! Write, erase then read yah! "Got the salt by the door, To keep them demons from coming in"! "Keep them demons from coming in". "Keep them demons from coming in". Pepper on stand by, "To keep them dog's from sniffing"! "Keep them dog's from sniffing"! "Them dog's from sniffing".