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You woke up this morning |
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Not knowing blood will be on your garmits, |
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Hour glasses and informants |
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Look that's crawling down your harness, |
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See them demons and them omens staring at you |
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Mind control they want your soul |
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And then your rolling with them just know where you going,(hellbound) |
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Twelve rounds came out that 4,5, look up to see 25 that's alot,(let's rewind) |
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When you pulled up on them 6's bust a pistol busting bitches nigga's looking suspicious load em' up while you,(switching switching) |
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Hungry enough to come and get you, |
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Hope the gun is coming with you, |
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Gonna have to shoot it out or shoot infront(won't pitch em') |
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Time is now you wasn't focused you seemed up like you had posted, |
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No tags it was stolen and then it was murder motives, |
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Blink of a eye you looking right at yo demise as they hopping out they gonna ride |
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It's a homicide on yo life, |
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The coldest thing you didn't see and now you laying there bleeding |
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Hopeness they keep out your weakness and now you hope to see light,[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko:] |
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See out of my body's where they want me, they think they can catch me slipping they want me, so |
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I sleep with one eye open, cause you never know when you wake up and you're gone,[Verse 2Jay Rock:] |
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Now the doctors they operating pumping your heart infront of yo momma yo dogs |
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If you don't make it you gone, |
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On the way to the trauma center |
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They taking to long swerving in and out of traffic yo mamma tell you,(hold on) |
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Your bodies filled up with holes |
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You feel your body getting colder smelling that death in the air the reaper waiting for your soul, |
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While your fighting for your struggling to get some air yeah, when that line flat then it's a tag on yo toe, |
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As your soul start to travel out your flesh you see yourself lying on that gurney all bloody buddy it's a mess, |
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Wish the best upon your flesh |
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But your flesh might be dissapointed, |
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Pray to god that you anointed while awaiting your op union, |
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While he pointing in that waiting room |
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Going through the motions all the screaming and comotion |
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As they split yo body open, for the surgery and accertainly as seems that it's over better pray that you hold over, |
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Call your bloods how you was potent, |
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I said maybe cause your safety is for certain out your hands, |
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Not your momma not your daddy not your girl not your mans, |
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None can save you hope they play you in a memory when you fly, |
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You made but your ligaments ain't alive |
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Wish you had died[Chorus][Verse 3: Tech N9ne] |
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Threatining messages punk got ahold of my voicemail, |
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Plotting and planning damaging, on giving this boy hell, |
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Hopped off of my boy hell, |
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Man I hope they enjoy shells, |
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Dropped, all up on they property gotta get cist when this toy yell, |
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Nigga I ain't dying just cause you jealous |
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I'm gettin' relish and |
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I sell it my shit developed |
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So well that a deaf view can tell it, |
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I smell it he femalish roll up cause his gal |
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I nail it spell it, |
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B-i-t-c-h but killa's wit' a sells pitch, |
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I'm gonna be dropping chopping alotta of body's gonna dropping from this, |
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Never gonna be another motherfucka fucking living in my land will wanna be talking some shit, |
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Cause I got kids niggas, |
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And I do it big nigga |
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But for the safety of my babies crazy now look what |
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I done did nigga, |
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Hop off my tour bus in your town |
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I'ma scope you out, |
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Hoping that |
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I find you when |
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I hear that shit that you spoke about, l |
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Like I'm goin' feel shit, |
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Like it's gonna be a real hit, |
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But you're just like that chick that gave you my number a little bitch, |
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Been in your town over and over you still absent, |
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And I do meet n greets, nigga you fo'real acting, |
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I'm sick of yo ill yapping you gonna get your grill blackend, |
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That's from the steel clapping that's 5'6 vill rapping it will happen, bitch![Chorus] |
