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(feat. Faith No More) |
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( Faith No More's Mike Patton wailing) |
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Ugh, turn me up |
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Now I gotta murder to murder to get away |
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The eyes can appeal now the fool's gotta pay |
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And if they ain't paid then they pay it with their life |
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To watch another man try to hold on to a life |
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Cos I keep lookin and huntin just like a lion |
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Let these suckers know that his manhood be dyin |
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I show no remorse to the source of a taddle |
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and if they ain't telled then they hope I never battle |
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Aah keep it comin and comin across the table |
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And if I miss I never miss to bring the danger |
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I drink a bit more and then I'm lookin over my shoulder |
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And I make it seal for sealed, don't make the boulders |
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But I never rest in rest so never cease |
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I'll do a motherfucker when he's resting in peace |
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Cos what they saw they never seen or even heard of |
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And if they live it's just another body murdered |
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Another body murdered! |
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(screams) |
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(Mike Patton wailing) |
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On the hand, I want it |
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(blood curdling screams) |
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I'll make ya deal for deals that make a kill |
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And anyone lookin on'll get that ass killed |
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I'm living like a criminal and criminal I be |
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And I'm respected in the hood like a G |
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But if they think about snitching then they're gone |
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I'm takin off their heads with the motherfucking chrome |
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I gotta pay the paid to play to get through |
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And I ain't through til I'm dumpin on the moon |
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I see the fool, runnin and runnin but where they goin? |
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Had the whip in my murder now they knowin |
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Would they blast or blast or let me pass? |
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I had to think fast or I was goin in a flash |
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If I went to sing it longer that'll be my ass |
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Searchin for these fools while I'm steppin across the grass |
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Cos they can't hide in hide and that's real |
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And would you just, whip me wit your eyes gotcha killed |
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Another body murdered!... |
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Bang your head to this (Turn me up) |
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Another body murdered! |
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(Mike Patton wailing) |
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Aah, Faith No More |
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I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, uhh |
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
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I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered |
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Bang your head, come on |
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Bang your head |
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Bang your head |
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Bang, your, head, to, this |
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(blood curdling screams) |
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I see a fool wanna try and test the fool |
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I get the file that the fool will have to lose |
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. that'll keep it low |
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Heard a brother that was shout' when my motherfuckin Uzo |
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Heads are peeled when my head up |
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Ran and plough some mo' gangsta lives, and then I get up |
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All these busters on my trail |
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Wanna get where I'm at but they fail cos they can't bail |
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I keep bailin |
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I be slangin my shit ever since they had me jailed in |
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I need it all about severed top |
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It's all about bringin down the Earth, observin mine |
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Another prayers are blasted |
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You wanna play it by the ring let the Ganxta blast it |
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All these fools throwin up their sides |
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They try to test mine, they never get to know why |
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Now how long, can you last? |
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When a Ganxta like the Ridd keep smokin that aaaaaaaaaazzzzzz! |
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Bang your head to this (huh) |
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(Mike Patton wailing) |
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Turn me up |
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I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, huh |
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(blood curdling screams) |
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Faith No More |
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I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered |
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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
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Murder a live on |
