Lyrical Breakdown of Unexpected (Feat. Wacko Of UTP) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Yea, I look all the times i fought, and look at all the times i lost, was it worth what i would sacrafice if i was shot down and died that night shake them dice nigga, you gamble when the stakes get high, when you crap you cant cont cuz no mistakes allowed in this, stuggle, stuggles we be facing, smuggled in dope in small towns blazing, at the niggas who insisted resistance, left out sivalized but came back trippin, with nines spittin but mine hit em, that was his wake up call lay down nigga, or die nigga, cuz this is big boy shit, big boy crumbs to bricks move, im bout to take control of the block and i dont give a fuck if niggas like it or not they gone respect it you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me Im siting in the backseat riding, staring at the dashboard vibin, Mack drivin, 22's boxed up in bags, dope houses surrounding, see the feds want my motherfucking head on a gilatine, aint like a motherfucker scared though, id rather die then for me to be alive and be relying on the next man to front a nigga 9, cuz thats nothing it would be a murder if it came to that, cuz im a motherfucking gangsta jack, and thats how motherfucking ganstas act, you better bring your strap you shoot first but when i make it back, ill invade that traps, made the gats, shut the block down, yall niggas aint made for that, but when i spark yo ass off and i spark the k aint shit left that yall can say but dog i respect it. you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me You make your moves undetected, the first to think the last one exspected, CANT FIGURE OUT THIS PART I cant help it if he refuse to move, like i been telling him to, stupid nigga i aint treatnin you, im making promises dude, and when i count to two, and you still sitin here like a got damn fool im through, thats when them niggas come through, doin what they came in to do, all unexspected