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(He got the slip on you) This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy, not surgery The nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me dun, I survived he thought that I died Now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge Once was friends, now that shit's dead That stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread and told Dread, I want the pussy clot shot dead That nigga started a war fuckin with me yo Hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo He hit me in the chest lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck and I was type-scared to death yo, I blacked out I woke up, my man had the mac out Said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt He told me to rest I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec In case a muthafucker flex I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped And he said parlay son, payback's a bitch yo, shit is real, I feel better


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