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hopsin - i can't decide lyrics

[hook]
in the land of the k!llerz
you better say your prayers tonight
amen, it’s hard enough trynna survive
and to top it off i gotta watch my back
’cause these n-ggas wanna act up
should i fight or should i run?
should i hide or get my gun?
i can’t decide

[verse 1]
now see, tyrone does whatever his homies do
just a dopey dude
an’ deep in his mind, he knows he’s cool
he’s ditchin’ cl-ss ’cause he feels like he don’t belong in school
momma always yellin’ out “d-mn tyrone, what’s wrong with you!?”
he wanna show the world he grew in some b-lls
abusing the law, 8 weeks in juvenile hall
this dude is the cause of a lot of sh-t
don’t know where is father went
never had no confidence, resortin’ to poppin’ clips
his homies thought that they were violent -ss-ssins
they said “come on, tyrone it’s time to get active
we gon’ roll up on this n-gga
real silent and p-ssive
then you pull out the 9 and then blast him
we gon’ roll to his crib
be careful shootin’ so you don’t hit the kids
you down fo’ it?”
tyrone said “you know what it is”
so they roll up, about to retaliate on this busta
“pop pop” (b-tch -ss m-th-f-cka)

[verse 2]
tyrones big ballin’, gettin’ the dough
f-ck b-tches and hoes, still rippin’ the 4’s
walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow
sh-t, and all the local neighborhood n-ggas would know
it’s like he was born to fit the streets
never had no chicken feet
walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet
before he walked in some dudes was like
“aye n-gga…pop pop pop, we don’t play n-gga”
they just shot him when his lives undone
the man inside the liquor store dialed 911
and at the same time he’s strugglin’ tryin’ to find someone
screamin’ “help help, stay alive young son!”
the boys gonna die and he knows that
a bullet went through his skull cap
he’s barely breathing
and both of his eyes b-lls have rolled back
oh cr-p the people who witnessed it can’t believe it yo
maybe it’s linked to the drive by he did a week ago

[verse 3]
tyrone’s dead, all over some dumb sh-t
his homies don’t know who did it
they just got -ssumptions
ready to wild out
with a sinister function
and drive by on some b-tch n-ggas and dump clips
and og was like “f-ck it he’s dead now
so open up the 40 and take a sip and pour the rest out
y’all got me stressed now
sh-t y’all need to chill out
’cause every time some sh-t be poppin’ off y’all pull the steel out”
one of the younger homies was like
“f-ck that, we gon’ tug gats and bust back, trust that”
the og was like
“man y’all don’t need to be out here bustin’ slugs
y’all don’t even know who the f-ck it was
y’all f-cking bugs
y’all gonna be dead taking this violent route
you little n-ggas always wildin’ out
you need to getcha sh-t straight and understand whatcha life about
’cause if a bullet hit your -ss believe your lights is out”
the younger homie like “n-gga, you don’t run these streets
you ain’t never been no f-cking g
if i wanna bust my heat it’s up to me
and i know them n-ggas that k!lled t
are the same n-ggas that we hit up the other week”
another homie like “naaah they ain’t get back for that
’cause that’s them n-ggas pulling up in the cadilla-
pop pop pop pop….pop

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