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Novak

Novak (in Serbo-Croatian and Slovene; Cyrillic: Новак), Novák (in Hungarian, Czech and Slovak), or Nowak (in Polish and German), is a surname and masculine given name, derived from the Slavic word for "new" (e.g. Polish: nowy, Czech: nový, Serbo-Croatian: nov / нов), which depending on the exact language and usage, translates as "novice", "new man", "newcomer", or "stranger". It is pronounced almost the same way in most languages, with the stress on the first syllable. The main exception is Slovene, which places the stress on the last syllable. It is the most common surname in the Czech Republic, Poland, and Slovenia, and the sixth most common in Croatia. It is also found in Romania and Moldova, in the Novac form, and among Ashkenazi Jews in various forms de… more »

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Think about it every day and every night Pigs gun me down, could've took my life
But f*ck it, keep it tight My niggas ain't keep it tight
This that shit ain't living right 13 with a missing pipe
Out of mind, out of sight Never had no dad alright

Feel offended, niggas just keep talking shit And I don't feel it
Had to go and get it Had to go and risk it
Only 15 went on a mission Car max, spin out, collision
Just got the drop One of my niggas turned to a op

Jaw drop, all my ops Hope y'all drop when I die
Just burn in hell Ain't no fairy tale
OG what's for sale? If this nigga tell
End of mission, nigga fail Dirty transmission

Shit be hitting Its in the mail Play the 50, die in city
They up in that jail Shit get gritty, ain't no pity
Who that there? I pull her hair Say a lot, mama shocked
We was eating out the same pot Knew a nigga told, look who they got

Roll the window down, do my thing Smoking static while I hang out
Touch my niggas in this bitch And they all gon' bang out
Free dem boys, man they innocent Knocking cages down
Can't leave no witnesses They can't hang around

Every day I think about my granny Who up in the sky
Wonder why Thought about the day that I'ma die
Spread my wings and fly Can't see my momma cry
Not another homicide Same casket, different body inside

Two hoes, Ferragami by mine Acting different, I just know that he lying
Windows tinted, can't see any edges You know that we riding
Tell me why is you crying? Sorry mama, you know how I be trying
And these bullets keep flying

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