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(Lord Infamous) |
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My name is the scarecrow |
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busters they approach they really don't know me too well |
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I put in the 50 round magazine watchin them spin as I empty the shells |
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bodies are smackin the mud busters are constantly donating blood |
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I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice and watch each tear 'em up n' run |
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oh no we do not mind my part in genocide |
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oh no we do not mind committing homicide |
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Although the way you live inside you must die |
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the scarecrow will try his best to take your life |
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because I know you will try to take mine |
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I do onto others before they do onto me |
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and my fingers refuse to release on the squeeze trigger on the ni ne milli |
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Cause suckers be trying to take all the things you been working so hard for |
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but I can hit the floor I would rather go out in the smoke |
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and so I'll do what I'll have to do I don't want to kill you yet I will fool |
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before Lord Infamous take a fall I'll spray all of y'all |
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aww mang |
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they got my back against the wall |
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(Chorus) |
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Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto |
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(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall) |
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All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto |
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Childrens crying homies dieing |
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(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall) |
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It's how it is in the ghetto |
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(Hook x4) |
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pop pop pop |
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..another trick sucka dropped |
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(DJ Paul) |
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A quarter after twelve I'm still cruising down on back streets |
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on my job a dead buyer already lies on the passenger seat |
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just did one for the money now I'll do two for the showing |
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when I drop the third body I'm get ready hit the road |
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I'm spendin bloody money in the streets cause that's all |
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that I got from ones I've laid in the past and the new heads I just cracked |
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but all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush |
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the tables turning before my eyes now its me they trying to touch |
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I put the pedal to the mizzetal strap my fo fifty five my seventy two |
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I looked up in the rear view they still comin |
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those fools must got one too |
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comin up on the side its on |
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I feel they can't be with a dead buyer's trance |
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pump fell on my lap I'm liftin it up they getting my steel they started lettin 'em off |
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I tried to ram 'em the telephone post on the sidewalk |
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I got a touch as the chrome smacked I laughed as them fools take a fall |
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not even tho my roster for the day but my back was against the wall |
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(Chorus) |
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Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto |
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(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall) |
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When a gun is to your head there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto |
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you better watch your back cause you might get car jacked |
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(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall) |
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That's how it is in the ghetto |
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(Hook x4) |
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pop pop pop |
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..another trick sucka dropped |
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(Juicy J) |
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I'm that fool you don't know I'm that one you can't see |
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thatl' be scopin wit that gat infrared behind the trees you gon drop to your knees |
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you gon yell brother please all the police on your force gon be scared to witness me |
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when you see me in the traffic psychopathic killer addict |
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kid-nappin MPds choppin heads off wit the hatchet |
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throwin 'em in a rotted ditch while the night is filled with mist |
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mystic styles bout the killers from the six double six |
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(Koopsta Knicca) |
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In the alleys not a bum just a gang creepin low |
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fourty four is the two pluggin hoes in the fro' |
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break the law on the slow cop cause I'm down to blast |
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paul and infamous scrub wit the nine and they left plus the stash |
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crunchy black at the hideout smokin quarter pounds |
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(smothered by the weed bomb) |
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first contestants fallin down flag covered up over the casket |
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which we leavin a dead cop surrender no cousin a friend a son |
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sooner no matter your crews gon' drop |
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(Chorus) |
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Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto |
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(I got my back against the wall wall.. wall) |
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Mothers crying cause their babies are dieing in the ghetto |
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one time some are straight some from the tek |
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Ohh in the ghetto yeah |
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(Juicy J) |
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Yeah best believe it three six mafia in the house for the nine five |
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with the all new gime some family bring it to your dope fool |
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till it just don't pay no mo' |
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We out |
