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...beam for the clicks that attack |
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Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back |
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Infrared beam for the clicks that attack |
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Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back |
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(Brina) |
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We know this bull runs thick, blood tends to run thinnest |
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What, so now who's stuck, punk? No love is cut |
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Your back I got with no regards to exchange hits |
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With a dumb trick for testin' the skills in the game of a thorough click |
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The way I see thangs, you snooze, you lose, on the real, though |
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To them scrubs that slang no love, better jackmove therefore |
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Whatever theproblem may be, come see me |
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Let's solve this, I got the trues and the thugs back |
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With no think twice, trick |
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You want some trouble? |
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Well I'll be damned if I'm gon back down |
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Silly slugs, they get mugged |
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So check my back with this next round, fool |
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(Jhaz) |
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Friction, murder all around me, feel it |
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Shyste, nigga time to make another killin' |
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Watch my back, Brina |
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Please don't fail me, scratch the fool |
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You talkin' shit, a sista's goin' crazy |
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Caught up in the system, see the ghetto has imprisoned me |
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Victim of the chrome, so my piece is always on me, G |
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Down fo' whatever, put my life into your hands |
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Show pap for eternity, no matter circumstance |
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Sickness of mentality, I swear my mind is cracked |
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My soul forever with you see I always got your back |
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Infrared beam for the clicks that attack |
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Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back |
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(Tombstone) |
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Rebels, ever heard of 'em? |
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Man, we got all this shit in this field |
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What about the hand that dealed |
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The bullets real, don't play the Shift to the left |
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Ridin' to get him |
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Damage all up in his system |
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Don't know why they make me ride |
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With the TEC-nina, got my back heated |
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Roll with glocks and gauges |
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Brina heavy stroll through the click, cut your lungs |
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Open says me, though maybe |
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Y'all niggas didn't hear: test me, too stressed |
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There's mess when a fist open up his windpipe |
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Get the hell outta Dodge, 'fore a nigga count to ten |
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I'm loadin' up, get around their plot, lead followin' hot |
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Two shot from the glock |
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Now, I'm ridin' to get him, flex now |
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'Cause nigga we got your chest, now |
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Ain't no runnin' to the trunk for the vest no more |
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Caught up in the wrong district |
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(Jhaz) |
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Give me the gun |
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Run nigga, better watch your back |
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Creep north, come check the mode is on full attack |
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Strapped always, venom of a deadly reptile |
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Definition: unhuman, with psycopath intentions |
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Come into the darkness, let a sista' lead you |
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No more turnin' round I got your back |
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Now let's see whose soul is true |
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Only fools make foolish propositions |
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Come with me on this mission |
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You have the gift, but do you listen? |
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I drift deep into my mental tracks |
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And all is well because I know you got my back. |
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(Brina) |
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What made you think you could make a playa drop? |
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If I have to pop one shot, the rest comin' non-stop |
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Just for steppin' up to do some frontin' |
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I warned you phoney loonies amount to nothin' in the game |
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We all claim to be down for each others' back |
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When the grip hit the fan, who be the one to cut much slack? |
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No love for them scrubs when you got to wonder if they down |
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My back is well got, don't think so? |
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Then let's flex now, fool |
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I thought you knew, II Tru is what's happenin' and cappin' |
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Much flex for the nine-seven, while the fools keep nappin' |
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Infrared beam for the clicks that attack |
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Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back |
