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(Killah Priest) |
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Providence of the bad guys, Mob bosses |
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The street gangsters let the corpse fly |
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Over the corpse cover with flies |
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Minister bribes the wives |
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Sinister smile with lies |
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In this drug trade benevolence is key |
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King - drops the medicines |
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No evidence from D's, everything else is capable |
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Unless it's inescapable |
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Bad days, we'll make it thru |
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Never hesitate, the street will resonate |
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The guns will detonate |
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The fake and the snake |
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The hood will legislate |
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The letters to the states |
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Or the goons under the moons |
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Ramen noodle platoons |
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Half gorilla, half baboon |
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Tattoos paint the skin |
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The hood sanctioning |
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Crook dudes and Satan comes again |
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(Hook) |
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How much do we really know? |
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Streets is busy yo |
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Anti or pro? |
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Which way we go |
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The question or the answer? |
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Shit is serious as cancer |
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I'm just tellin' you yo |
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Yo! |
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(Killah Priest) |
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Digital thugs in hieroglyphical slugs in the pictures we love |
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The internet respect or blood, download, pounds of dro |
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Compact gats and rounds of blow |
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Recorder of the slaughter bullets holds the footage |
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D's scan the faces in their booklets |
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Before they start booking |
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Child outlet, was Malcolm X house arrest? |
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Now his heart beats outside of his chest |
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My verse is holy water that I'm dousing |
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On hands of ascended gangsters |
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My pen's the painter, words in the chamber |
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Wind blow cold over the souls of hot head |
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Shots is spread on those phony |
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Some are locked or get dead, over doe homie |
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(Hook) |
