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I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger |
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An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger |
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I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out |
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He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout |
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24 is my age, and 22 is my gauge |
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I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm going off in a rage |
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Becuase I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission |
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Had a small problem with the transmission |
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Three on the tree in the middle of the night |
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I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight |
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Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad |
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You bought those coins on the street, and you know you got had |
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Because it's all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it |
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Don't touch the mic baby, don't come near it |
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It's gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya |
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It's gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna getchya |
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Looking down the barrel of a gun |
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Son of a gun, son of a bitch |
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Getting paid, getting rich |
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Ultra violence be running through my head |
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Cold Medina, y'all making me see red |
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Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets |
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I'm gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis |
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I love girlies, waxing and milking |
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Coordinating chicks is my man Dave Scilkin |
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Predetermined destiny is who I am |
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You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam |
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I am like Clockwork Orange going off on the town |
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I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down |
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Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse words |
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Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words |
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You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin |
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You're looking for a fist to put your face in |
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Get hip don't slip knuckle heads |
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Racism is schism on the serious tip |
