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Tru - I'm the Funkiest lyrics
[Master P] Grew up in the ghetto in Cali Were sellin dope has one technically Tanqueray twice a week 2 keep a nigga like me on the run G Dodging the police side And whatchin the moves that jackers be tryin Mom would cry when I leave the house She said she had a bad dream, a king g took her out She say they caught me one in the chest I said mom did I ever shoot back Now im on the neighborhood alert I pack a fuckin 9 like mom would pack her purse For the suckers tryin to catch me slipin And like short dogg say I aint tripin But I look at life kinda strange And all the old G's tell me all the time P get out the dope game Stick with your raps |
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