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Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers) (It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap) |
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Short story, (actual actual) |
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For y'all faggots, (homo niggaz) |
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Get in line, (stand up) |
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Throw your hands up (fire in your ear) |
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Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed) |
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God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit! [U-God (Leathafase)] |
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The hot fly shit, do or die forces |
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Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress (More of this, blow the door frame off the henges Columbian drug lord) |
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Part time business |
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Ties with the civic, build a house out in |
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Venice Six |
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A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis (His name was with jealous, they finance the figures Attended your figure) |
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Close the book on the sinners [Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)] |
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When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap) |
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Niggaz want the streets back (it's a wrap) |
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Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap) |
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Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap) [Leathafase (U-God)] |
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When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares |
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Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs |
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To the bible |
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I sware to complete the contract (Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact Fierce in combat, killin' flow level Runnin' up your threshold) |
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Gunnin' down rebels |
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Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle |
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Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal [Chorus] [U-God (Leathafase) {both}] |
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Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK) |
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Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray) |
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Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace |
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Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine (If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up) |
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Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em |
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Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain} [Chorus] [Leathafase (U-God) {both}] |
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With his last breath, this die hard villain (Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling) |
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Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion (Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun) |
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Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray (Sun, he shot me) |
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But I aimed for his head (Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs) |
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Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids) |
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In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact) { |
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Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract} [Chorus] [U-God (Leathafase)] |
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Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap) [Chorus] [Outro: Leathafase] |
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Motherfucker, it's a wrap |
