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Behold your highness the Luniz are here |
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Bring them in |
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Man where the f**k we at who the f**k are you?? |
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It is I Jesus Shock Jesus |
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And what brings you brothers to such an early fate? |
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Man no what the f**k man |
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Niggaz just shot me man what the f**k man |
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How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty |
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F**k you |
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You shall perish (beitch!!) |
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It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell |
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Man noo |
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for eternity |
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Nooo (the Luniz are here) |
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Ahhh |
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5150, feel me |
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Psycho disco just go Luni |
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5150, feel me |
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Psycho disco just go Luni |
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I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?) |
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So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot |
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A broke nigga boney |
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Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies |
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I play acts and make scratch from table scraps |
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and always end up f**ked watchin other niggaz backs |
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I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds |
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but in the mist of funk |
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would they really bust rounds? |
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I get woozie when I inhale all the badness |
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I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem |
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I stressed the f**k out gotta doubt my own niggaz |
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I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor |
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I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64 |
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and now I don't smoke weed no mo' |
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And I ain't knowin where I'm headin |
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Most likely it's the scene of creamery |
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I'm petrified of the whole scenery |
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The game is some shit ya either roll wit |
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Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it |
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For less is what I was wishin for it never came true |
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So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers |
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I gotta play my part though and take what I can |
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from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya |
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By any means nescescary |
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That's why they find scary niggaz buried |
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Carried to a whole 'nother place |
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If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face |
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So much drama, I put my best in it |
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Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it |
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Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love |
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I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above |
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I'm still takin shit day by day |
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Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150 |
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Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin down the block |
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Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock |
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Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out |
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Tryin to take the loot out my pocket |
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But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket |
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Then I split runnin down the block |
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No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage |
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Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed |
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on the ground hella bleeedin ass out |
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I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out |
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Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old |
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No more bullet holes in my chest |
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A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin |
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The Lord has no love for playa hatin |
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I'm facin Shock Jesus cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right |
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Because I'm trained up in that mob life |
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Come back tonite strapped tonite |
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He said if I suceed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life |
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A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out |
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Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route |
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The whole scene was a disaster |
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Friday the 13th the final chapter |
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Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost |
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But I float until I smoked the big man |
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Slipped in quick sand |
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He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body |
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I yelled watch out he's gonna get me |
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They didn't get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150 |
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