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Whee-hee-hee-hee! |
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Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride |
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wanted dead or alive. |
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Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive. |
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Bogus way of life. |
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Who the hero? Who the villian? |
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When I'm sterrin down the block |
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fools wanna try why |
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fly what they ridin' |
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on the tip of a rider slidin' |
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somebody gotta die |
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on the frontier. |
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Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit |
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cause the hood be on |
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shoot em up |
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everytime I look around |
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something goin' down buck buck |
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somebody got popped |
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stop drop |
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hollow point tips hard to dodge |
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when you lookin' down your enemies barrel |
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you wish your apparel was camaflouge |
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booyaw what you gone do now |
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I got my crew pal |
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and weese wrangla's |
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what I got in my chamber |
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will rearrange ya |
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goddang ya |
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will hang ya |
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death wish wanna play |
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under lasy under lay |
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can't help it when I spray |
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break out if you stay |
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you're gonna pay in a bogus way |
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I'll blow your skull hollow |
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now if you follow |
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that's your choice and you're |
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gonna feel sorrow |
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death hard to swallow |
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you rodent |
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here todasy gone tomorrow |
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shouldn't fuck wit a... |
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Chorus |
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In the streets it's a game |
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niggas try to get a name |
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but ah, |
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I don't fuck with em |
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when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna |
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squash it, |
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watch it. |
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Ride off through the valley |
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leave em in the alley. |
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Stankin' bitch who gone trick |
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no witnesses |
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I rush the vic |
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two times in the shit. |
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I laid em, miss |
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he was acting like he had something |
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I got pissed. |
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No whif. |
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A nigga said that he was at you |
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what you gone do |
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strap up black hoody up and |
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bit the dust |
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a hard head make a soft ass, |
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so I'm gone blast. |
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Watch a motherfucker last. |
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Shoot it |
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don't baby food it |
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you got something nigga |
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you'd better use it. |
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Threatning a nigga with a gun |
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it aint fun |
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you caught one. |
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Three off from the back |
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gotta blow my guns |
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woo-woo |
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with a glock |
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make your ass stop. |
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Attack again |
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won't come back again |
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fuckin' him up like a bitch. |
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Bustin' at him quick |
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reachin' for your shit |
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try to get away from me |
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you getting hit |
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you dig. |
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Better move your kids |
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I'm at this nigga |
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and I don't wanna do it, |
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but I'm wanted |
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so fuck it |
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I'm ready to drop em |
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shit |
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I got em. |
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Who can help but to be scandalous |
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cloned a vandalist |
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but aint havin' shit. |
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Boom. Buck. Buck. |
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Who's next to get fucked up. |
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Chump |
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gotta lot of rowdy niggas |
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wannt get your body stunk. |
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Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard |
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where niggas are livin' and copin' |
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and rooftop scopin' |
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at ass |
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too fast |
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sufferin' succotash. |
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Quicker to bust and blast |
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take em up off the map. |
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Now you wonder why it's on |
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it's on, |
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cause a motherfucker didn't play like that. |
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Start the shit |
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the Conflict we attack right away. |
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To be exact |
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now you wanna squash it. |
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Uh-uh |
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it's a rumble |
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only way we gone end it |
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when you on your back |
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kick off and ripped off |
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til shit aint attached. |
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Itch through the dirt |
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like a bitch bad with crabs. |
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Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw |
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Desperado rollin' out |
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I'm wanted for millions |
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for hanging up scabs. |
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Take that |
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bust off cannon then haul ass. |
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Bogus way of life. |
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But life get the last laugh |
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no chance to glance and dance. |
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Shit in your pants |
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your leavin' the land |
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hit your whole clan |
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with they guns in they hand. |
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Mission is finished |
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and victory flawless. |
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Gunsmoke from the Chi |
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never with a crew |
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and it's Flict and die. |
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Gotta' put em up |
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put yo hands up right now |
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clap |
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I'ma snap |
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react and serve my pack |
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or punch a punk dumb |
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here I come |
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with the Flict |
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renegade and raw dope'll split |
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heads. |
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Come equip or get rip with |
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lead |
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never dis |
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dat strap so what's next |
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we can get down |
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rumble or tuggle around |
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what you got |
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you gotta give it your all right now |
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pal |
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or get piled with pow |
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you foul |
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we buckwild |
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get on up you got one false move. |
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It's Chi for now |
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we down to change the rules. |
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Buddy done got his nutty split |
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sent off a bit |
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now he got some conflict |
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got a thousand grams of mac |
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Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak. |
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What else you need to justify trials of the Flict |
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cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off |
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somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a |
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poppin'. |
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Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin. |
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Tell me what you got, I'm starvin' |
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bring it on nigga |
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you trigger happy |
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I'ma desperado. |
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