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(feat. Graveyard Shift) |
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(Intro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift) |
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Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are |
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(Verse 1-Sin of Graveyard Shift) |
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Formulate a different tactic, let's sing anthems |
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No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities |
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Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men |
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They cough as lungs inhale, exhale poisonous gases |
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Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself in good help |
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Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt |
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I felt like dying just the other day cuz Satan was trying |
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Walking too close by my side |
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Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose |
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No crying, where's my blood? |
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You'll find out soon enough |
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Alright I'll ride, in due time we'll get our chance to die |
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Hold on to my mind |
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No use for guns or drugs, need mo' love |
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But yet and still, slugs get fired off constantly |
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Immorally, destroying my holy oracle |
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But I just ignore it though |
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Keep a steady pace just movin slow...slow, just movin slow |
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(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift) |
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Silence...silence...silence...silence |
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(Verse 2-Krayzie Bone) |
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As I sit in my livin room, chillin in my thug mood |
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I begin to hear noises comin from the other room |
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So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window |
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Is it paranoia from the indo? |
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Then goes a thought, then another thought |
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Run and get the pump, 'who goes there? |
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What the fuck you want?' |
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Cuz I'm gone off that blunt and I will buck a motha fucka down |
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You on my grounds |
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Hope they got enough of the rounds |
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All of a sudden I heard a crash |
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My first instinct was to blast, but the Mauseburg didn't last |
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So I had to dash, ran upstairs I was franic in panic |
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But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop |
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I was runnin, but I could hear the souljah's comin |
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I don't they must think I have some money |
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AK-47 and a Mack-11 |
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Jettin to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in |
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Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob |
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They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob |
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Just like I figured when they twisted it, the AK-47 was hot |
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I had to drop it but I emptied it |
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The Mack-11 would hit, hit the niggaz up from head to toe |
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Had to escape and I was out the window |
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Here I do, I hit the ground, uhh |
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Then I looked around, shook the fall |
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Hopped in the Benz and hauled |
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Callin my niggaz let's get ready for war |
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I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more |
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So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin don't mean a thang |
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And this is a gun, and this is a grave |
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Rest in peace you're not feelin me |
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Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate thiiis..... |
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(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift) |
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Silence...silence...silence...silence |
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(Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift) |
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Fight, movin in the night |
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Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race |
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Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life |
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But life's so strange and hectic all backwards and shelled |
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The killin factor in jail |
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The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell |
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Off with his head oh well |
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You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same |
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It's a shame how they watch you, stalk you |
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Pinnin every step I make, Knowin every breath I take |
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Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a .38 |
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They be buckin on niggaz in these last days |
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But thanks for the fun |
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Can't stay focused, causin ruckus |
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The devil done play with the Earth like a puppet |
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Now we all in fucked shit |
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That's why silence is necessary don't tell 'em who you are by far |
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Don't you tell them...who you are |
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(Outro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift) |
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Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are |