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(Intro: 4th Disciple (ShoGun Assason)) |
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When you see me, keep on movin (Yeah mothafucka) |
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Ain't nuttin sweet, nigga (Think I'ma let that shit ride) |
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(Right) |
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(Chorus: ShoGun Assason) |
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When you see that nigga, that faggot ass nigga |
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Crash that nigga, slash that nigga |
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Blast that nigga, splash that nigga |
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Smash that nigga, bomb that nigga |
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Burn that nigga, return that nigga |
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When you see that nigga, that snake ass nigga |
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That crab ass nigga, that 85 nigga |
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Smash that nigga, blast that nigga |
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(ShoGun Assason) |
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(Blast that nigga..) |
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Yo put The Hit out, take that nigga and his wannabee click out |
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Run up in the hide-out with the red beams out |
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Hit the switch, turn and buck ya lights out |
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Total blackout so no one will see the brains splash out |
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As we spaz out, camouflage large, no doubt |
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The God ain't no slouch |
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Gaul' up in ya mouth if you talk shit |
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Ya knocked quick for actin tough shit |
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What you think I'm on some crab shit? |
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Get laid on ya back kid, Killa stacks it |
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With a semi-automatic burn ya like fire to plastic |
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Cuz times is hard and shit is drastic |
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I'm in this game for life, playa, ain't tryin to end up in no casket |
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That's why I live mathematics and stray away from the savage |
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Fuck y'all niggas cuz y'all niggas ain't shit |
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Y'all said y'all be ready for the war but didn't come equipped |
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Now I'm on some shit, murder 1 ya heard of it kid |
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Place ya bid on who will die first |
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From the tear of the heartless men |
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Break down the lost and found infinitely |
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I strike yo' city like a cyclone |
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My fury leave ya mind blown |
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Bare death to the a-tone |
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Laughin after ya face gone |
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All you could do is moan and groan |
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Cuz the stun of the gun got you numb and dumb |
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Can't speak, forced to leave yo' plasma on the street |
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Then stand the terrain |
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That's the penalty when you go against the grain |
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Nigga |
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(Chorus: ShoGun Assason) |
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Blast that nigga, slash that nigga |
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Crash that nigga, bomb that nigga |
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Burn that nigga, return that nigga |
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When you see that nigga, that snake ass nigga |
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Crab ass nigga, 85 nigga |
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Crash that nigga, blast that nigga |
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Slash that nigga, splash that nigga |
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Bomb that nigga, burn that nigga |
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Return that nigga when you see that nigga |
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Snake ass nigga, crab ass nigga |
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(4th Disciple) |
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What's really goin on? |
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Everybody actin like I'm the one to be fronted on |
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All my friends have befriended me |
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But still be lookin in my face all friendly |
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That's why I can't see no peace for me |
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'Til I'm dead and gone, at 4 the wars always on |
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Cuz I lost everything next to my mental |
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Along with the General, I'm unstable |
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I might blackout and wild |
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Run up in the trial of the Big Willie nigga |
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With attempts to kill a nigga |
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As the caps peal nigga |
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Only through conflict could I be made sick |
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Turmoil makes my blood boil |
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Little darts are blazin niggas in the soul |
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Cut him up in a 1000 pieces |
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In grams of 20 bags of Crown Royal |
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Give him a savage burial, piss on grave |
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Tell him, "What you read is what you sold nigga" |
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And just to let you know nigga |
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I never gave up, never will |
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Shoot to kill is my motto |
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Keep the chrome cocked, ready to release hollows |
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And never come to shootout with a gun that's borrowed |
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You think niggas forgot about that lick |
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In that mini street war last night, kid you stupid? |
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You must be slippin or sniffin or either both |
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For you not to check if the coast is clear |
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Or if you're bein followed closely from the rear |
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On ya trip home, ya niggas'll run up in ya, leave 1 in ya dome |
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Run at the front door of ya king dome |
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(Islord) |
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Killarm' we bomb dead arm |
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Quick to drop bombs like Sadaam on ya sector |
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Killah Hill 10304 blood travels through my veins |
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Son I'm goin insane |
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Odds paralell to street war but I must maintain |
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My thoughts on my lessons |
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You never catch me guessin |
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Or off point, or not vested to protect my waist up |
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Yeah you fake fucks, bring it |
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And watch this Killa Bee kid sting it |
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From all angles, to hit ya pressure points in ya joints |
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To leave ya stiff as a manequin |
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And I'm quick to tell the snitches standin with the Gods again |
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Leavin mad bloodshed on the scene {*echoes*} |