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Call it Paranoia. |
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YeaEvery day is war. |
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Every day, niggaz is gon' hate |
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Gotta move[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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I'm a walking target |
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I'm so far from soft, |
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I'm probably close to the hardestnigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem |
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And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there ever was |
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Nigga found dead in his house, don't know who did it |
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Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement |
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I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin |
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Is your house shakinwho's inside nigga, it's funeral time nigga |
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They die from straight hits, pride wasted |
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Cry your face, |
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I ain't your suit and your tie |
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Now look what you made us |
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Look at the witnesses, all of them look shakin |
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And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the plate flipped |
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Look at the news, |
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I did it without puttin a hit out own |
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You homies in chrome, watch that nigga[Chorus: Royce] |
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I got my back, because it's my gat |
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And my mouth that * |
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Started the |
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War*Lookin around me, got a gun on my lapwhile |
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I'm drivin, taking the back routs * |
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Home*If your headlights is in my rearview |
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For longer than three lights, and |
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I don't know you |
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I'ma pull over, |
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And I might shoot you |
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You should go around me, and don't look at me' |
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Till after you pass me, 'cause |
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I might blast you nigga * |
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I'm at war* |
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I'm Paranoid, always on point |
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Always holding nigga, always sober. |
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Call it paranoia[LA the Darkman] |
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In your bushes, on the side of your house |
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Waitin to smoke you when come in from hangin out |
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Friday night, perfect, |
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I timed it just right |
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I know you at the club 'cause your car is nowhere in sight |
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I'm like the |
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DC sniper, |
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Mr. MalvoStrategically precise when |
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I squeeze the cali-co |
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You look like a asshole, full of shit |
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Niggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit |
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Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whip |
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Black mask, paif of black leather gloves for my grip |
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I don't need no print, a killer with a plan |
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Makin sure |
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I dont get, gunpowder on my hands |
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All drama |
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I'ma end it, murder game splended |
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Leavin all crews for the fucker in forensics |
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I got, two dependants, |
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I gotta make it home |
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Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome |
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Is locked nigga.[Chorus - La the Darkman][Royce Da 5'9" - spoken word] |
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And that's just how the story goes y'all |
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Any nigga where |
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I'm from already knows |
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Funny, my homie 'cause said niggaz gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick |
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But if you die, then gonna love you later |
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Think you a fuckin statue or some shit |
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God bless these streets, |
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God bless these streets right now |
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I'ma just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, |
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I could show you how |
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Don't come lookin for trouble, 'cause you just might find it |
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Don't stand too close to me, |
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I'm always on point, never blinded |
