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Never let a punk get away with murder |
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Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a |
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What's up? What's up? What's the word up? |
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Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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A vain from my brain means I'm causin' 'em pain |
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Comin' rough with the stuff that's just a part of the game |
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The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam |
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So I'ma pull my jammy out and I'ma murder the man |
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Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul |
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Take the trigger then you figured that I'm losin' control |
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I go loco with the vocals, yo goes the chokehold |
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And I broke those pros with the dope flows |
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I slow rolls, no I don't smoke those |
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Leave the blunts for the punks in front rows |
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I said mine, headline or deadline |
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You see redline, here comes your bedtime |
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I lay it down, lay it low |
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Now I'm off and runnin' on some new rhyme flow |
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I flex break necks bust tecs mic checks son |
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Fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one |
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Never let a punk get away with murder |
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Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a |
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What's up? What's up? What's the word up? |
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Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Now mic check and respect, come correct and I can protect |
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You never knew, DJ who? DJ Run'll wreck |
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Hard, God, may be dope you never knew me nope |
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Where you been your hand is sendin' down, can you really cope? |
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Forever makin' and breakin' it and cold wreckin' it |
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As for my title it's vital, you're never takin' it |
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I throw a stand across the stage and you'll get bucked down |
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Like Kris-One said, I fly a head you better duck down |
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I sold good and then plenty like? Charlie said |
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Like Mike I glove it you love it and now it's for my bread |
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It's goin' down on the mound watch a nigga pitch |
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Bang your thang and hang your damn necks, now you gettin' it |
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I see them go, and come, cause what they pumpin' weak |
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And now I'm flippin' the script and they can hardly speak |
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I bust a nut then run amuck all on a sucker cool |
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Now whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?! |
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Never let a punk get away with murder |
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Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a |
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What's up? What's up? What's the word up? |
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Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Never let a punk get away with murder |
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Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a |
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What's up? What's up? What's the word up? |
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Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Ooh, whatcha gonna do? |
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Never let a punk get away with murder |
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Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a |
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What's up? What's up? What's the word up? |
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Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked |
