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Yo i come in the form of danger lurkin |
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Blastin the mad streets and merkin |
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Shot at strangers from out the ranges and suburbans |
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Curtains for anybody perpin |
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Leave in a hearse for certain |
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Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans |
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We roll a ?durbin? |
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All in this dirt, puffin the herb an' |
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We bring the verbs in |
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Double action's loaded with germans |
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Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin |
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Gun fights strike like a serpent |
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People nerves jerkin |
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Lay down any person |
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Strictly for just talkin rehearsin |
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The skills remain tight as holy mary the virgin |
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Slowly carry the burden |
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So we varied the shit you heard an' |
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Hit you with the different methods and versions; |
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We simply, |
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Let bullets rip until the clip is empty |
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Get laid in your tracks as if you was ?? |
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Hit you like jack dempsey |
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The mac packin mc, with gats clappin like an m.p. |
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Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an m.d. |
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Blow you until your block's windy |
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Be on short of a shot frenzy |
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My glocks don't stop til the cops hem me |
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Blow holy hollow tops in me |
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Hazardous shit - guns is accurate |
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Sendin niggaz to meet the king of nazareth |
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Playin me close has a risk |
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I bash clicks like they was massacres |
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Blast the tear gas, thinkin i'm pacifist |
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That's the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed |
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These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist |
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Chorus: kool g. rap (repeat 2x) |
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Yo let the games begin |
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The tec and mac-10 flames begin |
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Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins |
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Hammers to firing pins |
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Me and my kin be makin you spin |
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The lord or the devil takin you in |
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[kool g. rap] |
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It's the corona queens apocalypse |
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My block is hit with the dark eclipse |
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Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips |
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The rap's apostle-ist, niggaz to loch ness |
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Large as colossus is |
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Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus |
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A thug saga novelist |
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Sex in this rap shit monogamous |
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Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless |
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Blow money monopolist - do it for eons |
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Shinin like it's, neon - heart colder than freon |
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Decidin which mc to pee on; |
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Baby cause that's the shit that we on |
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Niggaz go to warrick like deion |
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Put the g on |
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I analyze guys with montana eyes |
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To vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise |
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Cut em down like samurais |
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Kickin that real shit that you fantasize |
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Niggaz step aside or recognize |
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G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that |
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Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back |
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Battle-actin rap shit'll put you in back of a cadillac |
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A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts |
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Red roses on a dead foe |
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Layin in wet clothes from head blows |
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Your whole brain be exposed |
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Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws |
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None of my victims ever bled slow |
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Stiff as al capone, that's how it go |
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Chorus |
