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(feat. A+) |
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[Opio] |
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Pull over to the right I hear them sirens blarin |
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50 flyin down the avenue like the Red Baron |
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Chasin after cousin in the white Xterra |
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He crashed into a semi, that jacknifed when he veered left |
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It appears the grim reaper at his doorstep |
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Then he looked me dead in my eyes and said "you're next" |
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Musta cut like a scalpel and forceps |
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The smell of brimstone in the air it was a warning |
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[A-Plus] |
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Never speak at a sucker with a weak bladder |
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Like they ain't even real, I see past them weak bastards |
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Run for cover police blastin |
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Homies had to carry you out like he's had it |
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Soft as bean salad, like you havin lunch |
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With Michael Jackson up in his psycho mansion |
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When the bible spin I'm fin' to begin, my final action |
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Then I find woman willin to sin, for my attraction |
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We the live brothers livin to win, we flyin past 'em |
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I'm Adam, first man, chillin with my fly madam |
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[Opio] |
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O-P-I-O, I see the psychopath |
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Actin black to anglo-saxon, we read 'em like Maxim |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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(Keep your eyes pealed) keep your boots laced |
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(Keep your mouth shut) fake niggaz keep a new face |
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(Keep your fingers crossed) keep the pot boilin |
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(Keep the ball rollin) Hiero crew, yeah |
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[Opio] |
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I'm comin like a cup of dreal[?] |
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I drop a C-note on the crap table, hit the hard ace |
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So easily you weak as a parakeet, knees in you petty |
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Smoke blowin like confetti, knock 'em out like Freddie Foxxx |
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It's the green leaf, potent like Puerto Rican pussy |
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Can't go more than a week, it might push me to the edge |
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Give me the brownie, or the cookie |
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Now the space dank, I'm no rookie |
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I got the seed in my fingernails and my follicles |
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Forensic science, like the finest desert weed heads |
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But I need bread, more head, it's triangulation |
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My favorite station KHRO |
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We made our dough, independently, **** the industry |
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We bang tremendously, slangin on the internet |
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We quick with the tongue like Felix Trinidad, with the knuckle sandwich |
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Why pick up a gun, just use your damn fists (like this) |
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[Chorus 1/2] |
