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Brap brap! |
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Hahahaha! |
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Kamach! |
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Section Eight Egyptians! |
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What up couso? |
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Demoz! |
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Louie Dogs! |
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Hahahaha! |
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Yeah! |
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Genocide General... |
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[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz] |
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Yo, everything I see is fucking dead, |
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Bullets everywhere, fucking red. |
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I need the meat to be complete, |
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give me the fucking bread. |
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We smoke to get high, |
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Shoot guns dust and lead, |
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Shoot nuns, nothing said. |
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I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five, |
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You a pussy I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives, |
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I keep the ratchet with me that's where the nine hides, |
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Italian motherfucker come from where wine thrives. |
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We from Philly we was trapped in the dirt, |
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Where the young boys clap at you then clap at your earth, |
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Yeah, so I suggest that you should clap at them first, |
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'Cause here in Philly we got shit that make the back of you burst! |
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[Chorus - Demoz] |
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Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man, |
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'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me? |
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Money's the root of all evil, |
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I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people, |
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Please be patient. |
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Man, they say your right hand man aint your right hand man, |
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'Til your right hand filled with money you feel me? |
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Money's the root of all evil, |
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I guess being broke is the root of all peaceful people, |
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Please be patient. |
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[Verse 2 - Demoz] |
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Nigga you gon' end up dead or dead broke, |
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You gon' end up in the trunk with your head poke, |
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Tie yo' ass up with your son to them bed posts, |
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Beat you in the head, then be out like the Red Ghost, |
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Aint a fucking line in my rap you can dare quote, |
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Fuck a bear-hug i'll put the game in a bear-choke, |
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Bear-choke nigga's out my way they forfeit, |
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Whores get, dick in they mouth like Orbit, |
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Or Juicy Fruit, |
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Fuck a nigga let the uzi shoot you, |
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I don't get high i'll give you (?), (fuck that nigga) |
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Fuck with the squad? I'll turn you (?), |
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You bout to get signed? Big deal whoop di doo, |
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Moz, slash Pharaoh true to the skill, |
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Don't greet me, say hello to the funeral bill, |
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Alot of nigga's play stupid and silly but know what they do, |
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When they get a little money and move out of Philly you know? |
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Chorus |
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[Verse 3 - Chief Kamachi] |
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Yo, yo, yo, |
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This preacher boy trying to tell me my mission on Earth, |
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Walk up in the episcopal church, pistol beserk, |
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Even the Devil say Chief is a sick little jerk, |
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Underground buzz like dirt bees that gristle the dirt, |
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Dear Father, i hate them fag fuckers, |
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Smoking dirty weed with cups of OE at the last supper, |
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Got Mary table dancing, Holy Ghost tryna fuck her, (fuckin' heathen!) |
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A hustler from Nazareth, i aint no sucker, |
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Might be crazy, a little out of my mind, |
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To the tingling of the serpent that's riding my spine, |
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That aspire me to climb up the fiery vine, |
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Out of the devilish pit where the rebelious once sit, |
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After inhaling one spliff, i zone to the 6's, |
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Big boy Beelzebub, cracked them crucifix's, |
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K-A-M-A-C-H-I, Messiah in his riches, |
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AOTP, i never liked you bitches! |
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Chorus |
