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Yeah, niggas get punched in the face on some TLC shit, on the dead guys
Some TLC shit 'cause, my nigga, you gon' need a chilly ice pack for your left eye
I'm back in your city tonight, walkin' around with my head high
I saw bro went to Pop Out with them, but been dick riding gang since "Headlines"
It feels like nobody's there until you start givin' out two‑tones
And nobody cares until they in front of your tombstone
Y'all been on that type of timing for too long
Iceman, Tiffany blue stones
I done made plenty shit right out of two wrongs, shit,
let's go
Let's go
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Yeah, let's go,
let's go
What did I miss? (What, what, what did I miss?)
When I was looking at y'all and cooking with y'all
And giving out verses and bookings to y'all?
Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?
When you was all in my crib lookin' at hoes
Word for word at all of the shows
You always felt like this, man, what did I miss?
What did I miss?