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Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah |
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One time, yo |
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Never liked son from day one, bring you tool |
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That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass |
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Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared |
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For when the pain come, this nigga's scared, shook to death |
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From a cold stare, stunnin', knowin' my brothers fiend |
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To do you somethin' over here, we head huntin' |
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In the function |
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I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin' |
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I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe |
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Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us |
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The last days, makin' sure |
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I get the last say |
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In the food chain, is you predator or prey? |
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If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back |
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Crack your vertebrae, lookin' for a better way |
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To get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed |
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Of the murder rate, |
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Lord, never perpetrate a fraud' |
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Til my nigga |
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Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, |
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Mr. MethLife's a snippet, one way ticket |
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Time tickin' fast, blink you might miss it |
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Semen on street shit, you might catch fifty stitches |
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Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches |
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I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet |
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My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete |
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Evident, killa hill, resident, double dart agent |
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Secret, intelligent, my rap style's flagrant |
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Feel the sting of a killa bee, |
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Johnny Blaze |
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Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps |
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In the city that you never sleep, pay attention |
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Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down |
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I move like |
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Mad Max 'cross the wasteland |
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One hand holds the head of the last brave man |
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Made man, |
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Cuban link chain of command |
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Authorized fam', hot like |
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Sahara sand |
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My live team turn the club to a crime scene |
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High beams flash, promoters die behind cream |
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Get your face blown, might face the chrome |
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We take this more serious than just a poem |
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I think about a lot of shit, especially when |
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I'm bentAbout the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event |
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It's evident |
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I smoke cigarette down to |
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Brownsville |
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Thinkin' to myself, how many lives must my pound kill? |
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Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase |
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Hemmed by |
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Jake, worryin' who might turn state's |
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So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield |
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On the low plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still |
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Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me |
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Wanna settle it in the court? |
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I say settle it in the streets |
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Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it |
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Now you dry snitchin', because you got knocked with it |
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I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute |
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Stash my dough secure the funds of profit |
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Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin' your time |
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Fuckin' with my niggaz, extraordinary line swishin' |
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Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit |
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Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this |
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Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song |
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Doin' this for too long, to not come strong |
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You're only a pawn of viet dong |
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Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born |
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Secluded on a distant farm, this is the real world |
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Where niggaz get shot and shanked, where there's tremendous pain |
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You get your frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next man's clutch |
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It's infamous you fucks, intense bad luck |
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Feel the sting of a killa bee, |
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Johnny Blaze |
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Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for |
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KeepsIn the city that you never sleep, pay attention |
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Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down |
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Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready |
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For a war here, fuck peace, what? |
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Feel the sting of a killa bee, |
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Johnny Blaze |
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Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps |
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In the city that you never sleep, pay attention |
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Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down |
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Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready |
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For a war here, fuck peace, peace |
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More twoOne, two |
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More twoCheck one, two |