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***Chorus: 60 Second Assassin*** |
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Strange eyes keep on watching me |
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I see those strange eyes keep on watching me |
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Strange eyes keep on watching me |
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I see those strange eyes keep on watching me |
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[Blue Raspberry] |
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(Strange eyes...) |
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If things don't go we can work it out |
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When problems occur we can talk it out |
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Niggas all round up for another fight |
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They round up tight trying to get that money right |
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I'll be happy when I see the stress is gone |
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But the devils won't let 'em learn right from wrong |
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When I wake up, get up and get it straight |
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If I don't do it now, it might be too late |
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***Chorus: Blue Raspberry*** |
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***Chorus: 60 Second Assassin*** |
| [12 O'Clock] |
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You right, see? |
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What's up, nigga? Let's go steal a coup |
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and practice kung fu on the roof next to the pigeon coup |
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and keep the stack like the big boy Cadillac |
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Fourty eight tracks, got my voice on the DAT |
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Samurai style for them niggas actin wild |
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and them jealous motherfuckers throwing boo's in my crowd |
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Steve Rifkin feel 'em proud, Wu made it loud |
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Now them nine can't relax, Killarm' throw swords on tracks |
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Unite my Kingdom, Family Royal |
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When Brooklyn Zu saw you, it's a Sunz of Man jam |
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Allah, be the black man, '97 banned |
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Prob'ly million fans, niggas own this land |
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***Chorus: 60 Second Assassin & Blue Raspberry*** |
| [60 Second Assassin, (Blue Raspberry)] |
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My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right |
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(My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right) |
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We run the million dollar scams with this bird in our hands |
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(We run the million dollar scams with the bird in our hands) |
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Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf |
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(Grab your sword from self and I swings my for delf) |
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Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf |
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(Grab your sword from self and I swing my for delf) |
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[Prodigal Sunn] |
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Yo, I'm never lonely in the battlefield |
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The apple they kill, official blood spill |
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>From Bed-Stuy, East New York, the face of Brownsville |
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This sound is real, I astound, reveal |
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I peal a 7 mil', addicted to dope, coke and crills |
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On the street corner, they sleep on us, we keep burners |
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See them lame guys with strange eyes? It don't concern us |
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Bloods and Crips, automatic slugs to whip |
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We quit the drug shit, now we on some music and shit |
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Living this ghetto dream, settle mellow out with CREAM |
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My thousand man team, samurai king, keeping our thoughts clean |
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Keeping our thoughts clean, turn off your high beams |
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***Chorus: 62nd Assasin & Blue Raspberry (x4)*** |