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We in seattle, with mac the knife and the pharaohs |
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we loaded with double barrels, and all the siphon apparel |
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we bangin the lost battles and everything is a gamble. |
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sour diesel, that raw perico rap from the gravel |
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we travel a vicious cycle, from iladel to the eifel |
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my wife'll walk with a rifle if i ask her snipe you. |
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best believe, the shit on my sleve, repin what im here for |
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therefore, my arm extends to who im here for |
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im still raw, still spittin, and workin hard |
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like king-size walkin through them labor union doors |
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its real, conceal a weapon till the day of the election |
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when bush gone, its on, im lickin in his direction |
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spittin it to perfection, my ghetto report card |
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a-plus, lay plush, new chuckers lay stuff gritty |
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shitty saturdays, jewels look like gamma rays |
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im bobby knight with a mic in his indiana days |
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atlanta brave, tomahawking your parade |
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i fuck with phillies, what you silly nigga, watch what you say. |
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We duck tapin, whoever the fuck hatin, |
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we leavin no prisoners, im a sinister son sacred. |
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CHORUS |
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hail mary |
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full of grace |
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praise that the lord be with us when we walkin through space |
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bless it, |
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all those who rose to step in our face |
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we gotta... (get em). I hope they in a better place. (got em) |
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naw, y'all aint hear me on gun ballad or black christmas |
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or bloody tears, I was busy handling my business. |
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me and planet the same, but we a little different |
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back in the booth like we left somethin missin. |
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back with the truth I pray to god you niggas listenin |
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stacked to the roof like pyrmids, but aint egyptian |
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used the mic as a brush to paint this diction |
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they got to chlorintine the lab, they say we sickenin |
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music's like cook raw, we blaze the kitchen |
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we got love worldwide, amazin isnt it? |
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we blood brothers from another father another mother. |
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rum guzzlers sons touch us, and aint no one above us |
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who put in work like us, and who the fuck can judge us |
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we change it up a bit, dont understand what all the fuss is |
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we make it happen, we persevere through all the weather |
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we puertoricans so we accumstoming to whatever it takes |
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we stand firm we stay together, |
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outerspace that's set in stone and remains forever |
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Qb for life, for worse for better. |
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I got a hunger for blood and a thurst for cheddar. |
