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Drugs lies and alibis.
You see and hear about it everywhere but the real question is WHY.
I see more brothas on the corner than a ho trying to make a quick buck
Thinking this lifestyle is going to take you somewhere…..well good luck
Rolling blunts, Chilling with your homies
Watching the cops as they go on their drug hunts
Nice clothes, shoes, Fly whip That’s nice.
But when they start coming for that ass you might want to think twice.
Run run as fast as I can you can’t catch me I’m the “flyest” dope man so you think
Clink- clink now they got you think quick!
Think quick!
What you gonna do?
Save my ass of course is what you thought 5-10 years
no parole
or probation
is what the judge brought.
Drugs lies and alibis.
You see and hear about it everywhere but the real question is WHY.
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