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(feat. 60 Second Assassin) |
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[Intro: Prodigal Sunn] |
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Yeah, traitors, man |
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Yo, this goes out to everybody, man |
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Everybody that's been betrayed, youknowimean |
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Maybe once in or twice in your life |
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Snakes in the garden, feel me, yo |
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[Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn] |
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They say the, strong shall remain, over the wicked and vain |
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Keep your eyes on your back, and your face on your stacks |
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Some living for the lie, while others die for the game |
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You catch these slugs, engraved with your name |
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[Prodigal Sunn] |
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It was the night for December |
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Remember leaking from my hand to my wrist |
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Choochoo slug hit, split through the flesh in my fist |
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Breathing heavy, unnecessary, mandatory, I tell y'all the story |
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These cats, I loved it, tried to take my glory |
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Episode one; gun in my face, filled with disgrace |
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Half a million in the metal face with quarters and apes |
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Internal bleeding was the reason for treason |
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It was chasing, left my heart aching |
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Damn, it was my man Nason and Nathan |
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Forsaken, wrote the code for realization |
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For fascination, and fabrication, the work of Satan |
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Blatant, contempt of mind, I was always knew |
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The revelation of a Judas in every crew |
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I called a flash in the back of my head |
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When my ace note said; "Sunzini, some of these kids is feds" |
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Jealous for the love of hate, snakes snitching for dollars |
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Sniffin' white collar, made a brother wanna holla |
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Betrayed by the ones I loved the most, hard to believe |
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Deceived by the thieves that breed, dwell amongst the mental |
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Stealing out my temple, I'mma leave these traitors crippled |
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Leave these traitors crippled, crippled |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Prodigal Sunn] |
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Now as the saga continues |
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I move in freely in the trunk of the rental |
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Music blasting through the street, cause it's all so simple |
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Nickel plated in the crotch of my jeans, it's safety routine |
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Stay prepared, for the secret's ravenes, know what I mean? |
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I treasure my life, measured through the pain and the strife |
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Hard to except bluff from the grain, jerk after we trife |
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Revengence is mine, I'mma make these cats remember the times |
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When we was, kids in the hood and we did it for crime |
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I got my hand free on the baby nine, blunt on a handle |
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Waiting on the trunk to pop, to blow out some candles |
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I struggle for the cell in my sock, designed for moments like these |
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Hit the God; 60 Sec., and let him know the steez |
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[Interlude: 60 Second Assassin (Prodigal Sunn)] |
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Peace (yo, peace, what up, Six-O, yo, I'm hot son |
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These niggaz got me, man) Who? Who? (Nason and Nathan, man, yo) |
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Where you at? Where you at, son? |
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(Shit I'm in the trunk, up in somebody's car, man |
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I don't know where I'm at man, but I'm hit in the hand |
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I'm leaking man, yo, get they family members a shot |
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And let them know it's not a game) Word to mother, we on the way |
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Hold on, son, hold on, we coming, hold on (get me out of here) |
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[Prodigal Sunn] |
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The moral of the story, leave with these jewels to swallow |
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Blessings I earn, lessons we learn, the tables got turned |
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A miracle I made it, by the grace of King David |
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As it was written, one was shot, the other was smitten |
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Thanks to the coalition, I'm alive, well and kicking |
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They tried to do me in, like the Indians on Thanksgiving |
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Stop me not, my purpose is to stay on top |
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I'm pledge allegience to the Sun, the committee that rocks |
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Never catch me slipping again, I move with the sight of ten |
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Me and them mighty men, stronger than gin, gin. |
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Yo, it's real out here in the field, son |
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You gotta survive, eat to live |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Outro: Prodigal Sunn] |
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Hahaha... it's all about eating, it's all about living |
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It's all about surviving, kid, it's real in the field |
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Keep ya head up, keep ya gun up, it's real |
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I tell you a story, about betrayal |
