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[Verse 1: Havoc] |
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Block the corridor, call the coroner |
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The drama's over can't you feel the euphoria? |
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A warrior, you cowards getting cornier and cornier |
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We don't play games never will we ever toy with ya |
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Camp with you niggas, so my answer to niggas |
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Take you for a swim throw his ass in the river |
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My lord, y'all bitches all fraud to me though |
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Never banged out, we launch torpedo |
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Nigga still on paper he report to P.O |
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Damn! |
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Jump in the Lamb and we off to the show |
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Play my cards right, never go see a ho |
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Or catch me in the crib, compromise like Oh shit |
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Bitch what you got me into |
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My Goons will be here with the metal utensils like |
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Pop pop pop pop pop pop |
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You could hear screams, all you hear is them shots.. |
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[Hook: Havoc] |
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Takin' you off here |
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Said you gotta get God |
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Nigga violate it so he gotta get got |
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Vaccinate me you get bodied that shot |
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Handle that shit off top (x2) |
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[Verse 2: Prodigy] |
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Don't play scared business around me |
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Nigga bleed just like us, I flood the cold street with ya' |
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Hot Blood, was mad now he steaming |
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Your soul in Limbo, right there on the cement |
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The ghost of a bitch ass nigga, Casper |
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Nigga I'm the worst demon you could ever ask for |
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Don't conjure me up |
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Burn in hell like I put a bomb to your truck |
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It's serious when I creep on a nigga 'nough |
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Machine dot green grief dot gun powder lungs |
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Power Ball Money off rap, baskin' |
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In a lime green light come and get your ass whipped |
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On cameras |
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There's no tapping out on that concrete canvas |
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We don't do the body locks |
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Fuck a sleeper hold you sleepin' from a headshot |
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My gun don't premature nut |
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It bust at the exact time it's suppose to bust |
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[Hook] |
