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Spill my blood |
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Chorus 1 x1 |
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Have they come to spill my blood |
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Have they come to sentence me |
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Will i leave here with my life my lord |
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If the law man capture me |
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Chorus 2 x1 |
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Have they come to spill my blood |
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Have they come to sentence me |
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Will i live to see the morning sun |
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If the law man capture me. |
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(scarecrow) |
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Lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter |
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Nigga i come from the land down under |
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Up the from the ground |
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You don't want to rumble |
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Or cry round |
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Toss and tumble |
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My voodoo do so my poetry |
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Now chicken blood or poulty |
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My victim been shook |
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By a pack of coyote |
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Soarin' through the night |
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Down to the trees, packed tight |
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With two some on shakes |
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No rubber with a paratroop |
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In fields with parachutes |
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Down to the blue |
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No matter however, can't hold em' for forever |
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Dead or alive, with your body, i sprinkle rotten flower pedals |
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Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred |
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Cause lord infamous will gain |
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A healthy bounty for your head |
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(dj paul) |
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I'm wakin' up |
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Tossin' and turnin' |
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Like in a scuffle |
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My words aren't clear, rarely i speak, speak |
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My voice is muffled, muffled |
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My hands over my face |
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They done got me |
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I'm startin' to feel woozy |
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They done shot me |
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The same fools i done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep |
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One them hoes survived |
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Now they creeped on me |
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(crunchy blac) |
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Fool we got your ass now |
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So what's up |
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Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff |
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Muffled like bag your mouth |
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Shouldn't of ran your mouth |
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Talkin' about you gonna creep |
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While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt |
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(scarecrow) |
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Now the tables have turned |
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And in the mist of the morgue |
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Your funky sould burn nigga |
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Chorus 1 x1 |
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Chorus 2 x2 |
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(gangsta boo) |
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Ten times out of twelve |
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Nine times out of ten |
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Gansta boo is in it to win |
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Prophet rider till the end |
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Smokin' weed |
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Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts |
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Thoughts about a nigga |
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I remember what that trick had bought |
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Kept that visine in my purse |
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Get a rental car from hertz |
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Call my niggas from the three 6, tell em' about the plan first |
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Ooh weeee |
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Can it be, another song we done made |
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Fakin' on no damn jacks |
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A bitch gots to get paid |
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Come on prophets, now it's on |
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Nigga, it's like that home alone |
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Like white boy ****in' |
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Lets go get this bitch |
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Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick |
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Now you know this lady bitch |
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Swing go gets high |
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Scott free with your shit |
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(juicy j) |
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For all the dirt |
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That i did to my wife |
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Forgive me lord |
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Each and every night |
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Croked cops |
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Pull a gun don't fight |
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Blow you away, leave you out of sight |
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Search a nigga from the shirt to pants |
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Nothin' on me |
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But a sack ass can |
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Cannon i, with empty shots |
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Bucket clean |
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They find a couple of grams |
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Tons of dope |
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That that nigga don't know |
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The juice man |
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Can't be cuttin' no bro |
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Tryed the cuffs |
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But the nigga didn't go |
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Broke his throat |
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With a quick left blow |
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Now it's on, and the chase begins |
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Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind |
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Dog on my trail |
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And he pickin' up the scent |
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K-0 cops |
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Kill a four legged friend |
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Jump in the lex |
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Voodoo like a hex |
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Dog confused, in they mind complex |
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**** the red light, ballin' on my set |
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Cops on my trail, cause i let you rest |
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Hop in the car, ran two more blocks |
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Put in reverse, then i heard the gun shots |
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Doin' a hundred, so i couldn't get popped |
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Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop |
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Chorus1&2...till fade |
