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(Intro: Buddha Monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep voice}) |
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(Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) |
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Now tell me, just let me get you now |
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Ya right there God {robberies} |
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Innocent bystanders {shots laid out} |
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{This one's the new one} You can't do that |
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{Here's somethin you've been waitin to hear} |
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What up God? (Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) |
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Come.. come follow me {Come on mother****ers} |
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(Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) |
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{The tiger, check it out on these streets} |
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(Chorus: Buddha Monk & Drunken Dragon) |
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Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness |
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Where most niggaz bust off slugs and do robberies |
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The victims are some known and some unknown |
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While the good die yound and the bad makes it home |
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(Buddha Monk) |
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Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random |
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By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun |
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Bobby's hot from two shots that tore his knot |
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Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long ? |
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He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues |
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to find this kid, and make sure I make his ass bleed |
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Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast ? |
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Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit |
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We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch |
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Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head |
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Is he dead? No, never take his mother****in ? |
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His last request, asked to remove his last breathe |
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Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck |
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(Chorus) |
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(Buddha Monk) |
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Now ? to make a meal with your man from out of state |
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You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights |
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On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes |
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He once moved faster than a rock off the place |
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Set up a plate, called over to this gril named Chase |
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Her skin is smooth, ? than a buck-fifty inch |
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Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake |
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her skin is caped, nails done up by ****in stakes |
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Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great |
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He asked the name, my friends call me ? |
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He didn't know the plan was to stop his money flow |
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He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck Stacy's toes |
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Now Mr. Large comes in from the back row |
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>From where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo' |
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His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the Ac' |
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Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back |
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Her surprise, he didn't look with his right eye |
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or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder |
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The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug |
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in his mug, another body bagged, was drugged |
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(Chorus) |
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(Various talk) |
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(Sample) |
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Smilling faces, smiling faces.. sometimes (x8) |
