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Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body |
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The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty |
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Uh, feel me! |
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And God said he should send his one begotten son |
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to lead the wild into the ways of the man |
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Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
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I ain't a killer but don't push me |
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Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting ************ |
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Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted |
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Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it |
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Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening |
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Seeing ******s coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glistening |
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Now pay attention, rest in peace father |
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I'm a ghost in these killing fields |
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Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside |
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the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark |
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Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee |
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Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame |
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Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim |
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Some say the game is all corrupted, ****** in this ************t |
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Stuck, ******s is lucky if we bust out this ************t, plus |
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mama told me never stop until I bust a nut |
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****** the world if they can't adjust |
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It's just as well, Hail Mary |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
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Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers |
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Never realize the precious time the ************ ******s is wasting |
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Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble |
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But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we balling |
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Catch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor store |
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That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some more? |
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Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared |
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Mama checking in my bedroom; I ain't there |
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I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do |
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One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you |
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on a one way trip to prison, selling drugs |
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We all wrapped up in this living, life as Thugs |
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To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid |
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Raise hell to this real ************t, and feel this |
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When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark |
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Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary ****** |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
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They got a APB, out on my Thug family |
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Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks |
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Our enemies die now, walk around half dead |
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Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai |
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Trying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high |
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Visions of me, Thug living getting me by |
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Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs |
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When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs |
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Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me |
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Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy |
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Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that mother****** |
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Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers |
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on the regular ma************ng in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra |
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****** back, sixty seconds 'til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya |
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Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse |
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From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt |
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Needing work, and I ain't the ****** to put you on |
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Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle 'til dawn |
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That's when sun came up, there's only one way up |
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hold ya head and stay up, to all my ******s get ya pay and weight up |
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If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks |
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Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate |
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to this ************t I don't got, be the ************t I gotta take |
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Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate |
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If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks |
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Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate |
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to this ************t I don't got, be the ************t I gotta take |
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Dealing with fate, hoping God don't close the gate |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
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We've been traveling on this wayward road |
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Long time 'til I be take a 'eavy load |
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But we ride, ride it like a bullet |
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Hail Mary, Hail Mary |
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We won't worry everything will come real |
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Free like the bird in the tree |
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We won't worry everything will come real |
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Yes we free like the bird in the tree |
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We running from the penitentiary |
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This is the time for we liberty |
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Hail Mary, Hail Mary |
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Come with me, Hail Mary |
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Run quick see, what do we have here |
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Now, do you wanna ride or die |
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La dadada, la la la la |
