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Featuring esham |
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Intro：violent j |
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The time has come for the blood to run into |
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The streets paved with gold |
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We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so |
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Long |
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And like animals we kill each other for the |
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Hatred of others |
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We must move into the suburbs and punish the |
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Rich for their ignorance |
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For the horror of death, that is part of our life in |
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Our neighborhood |
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And give them a taste of the same |
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And when we kill the governments children |
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And the streets smell of death |
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Maybe then we will see our situation in a new |
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Light |
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And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto |
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And an end to the killings |
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Verse one: violentj |
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Heard whats going on in the free world |
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Broke out the asylum and killed a girl |
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Just ta warm u, just to get it on |
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Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the |
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Break of dawn |
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Can't nobody get me |
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I've always been a psycho now they coming |
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With me |
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That's straight when we team up |
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Cause i believe every throat deserves a good |
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Cut |
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Look in my brain its ****ing insane |
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Roll around naked in the acid rain |
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Rich bitch ****a took me for a sucka |
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Now we killing you instead of killing each other |
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Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth |
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Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains |
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Out |
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My list are strong its only a saw |
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The government fronts like they dont know |
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What is going on |
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****, ill take the matter in my own hands |
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Cut ya down cat, cut ya down |
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Cause i know the rich go jogging |
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And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the |
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Nogging |
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About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the |
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Psycho psycho rhymes |
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But ya keep the killer in one place, |
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But i'm at ya door, mother****er have a taste! |
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Verse two: (nate the mack) {shaggy 2 dope} |
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(****ing you up wont let you pass, ****ing you |
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Up, shot you in the ass) |
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{jumped out the alleyway with a |
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Muthaphucking battle axe} |
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{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train |
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Tracks} |
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(im sick of this shit i see on the tv,they |
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Showing psychopathics and i see me) |
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(and ya calling me a homeless hobo, |
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While i'm laying on my suede couch listening |
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To mojo) |
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{snipe ya in the head from a tower, |
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Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} |
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{finally catch ya on the block, |
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Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} |
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(who ya ****ing wit governer e? |
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Don't ya know i'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) |
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{then swing ya by ya foot} |
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{mister drumma looking bald headed punk |
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Bitch} |
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(stroll to the banquet party) |
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{drank all they brew} |
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(then shot everybody) |
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(they set it up wrong, |
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Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last |
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Long) |
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{thought we'd kill each other off, |
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Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} |
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(the clowns stick this knife in ya face) |
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({mother****er, have a taste}) |
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Verse three: jump steady |
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In detroit doing time, time being done |
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Without not another solution |
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Without nothing but wicked men |
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How many muthaphuckas ive know through the |
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Years |
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Got they necks blown off or crippled in their |
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Fear |
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Now iull tell ya cause i been in many schools |
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For this |
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Cause im drawn by the vision and close my |
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Hand into a fist |
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Raised in the crime with nothing to eat |
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So my natural instincts to kill in the street |
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Im going to war and i sent you caution |
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Jumpsteady stepping over the governments |
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Brainwashing |
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(take it, take it farther, take it far) |
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Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know |
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Who you are |
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Seems they dont even know about the inner |
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City crime war |
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Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the |
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**** for |
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Damn the're stupid,the mine are surrounded |
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Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon |
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And save a human life or two |
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End this ghetto war for the homies that i once |
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Knew |
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Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes |
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(ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes |
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Hoe) |
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I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change |
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On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage |
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What ya gonna do if i show up at your place |
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Try to ignore it this time, mother****er have a |
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Taste |
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Verse four: capitol e / esham |
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Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste |
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So let me feed you the city like in a steady |
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Pace |
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Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream |
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Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young |
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Child scream |
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Everyday thang, thank it to ya |
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Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front |
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Door naked |
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Begging for money, acting like he know ya |
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Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll |
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Show ya |
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Catch ya at point blank range ya getting |
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Jacked |
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(come up wit it bitch) |
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Now ya dont know how to act |
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But that's the life and the experience of a |
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Mother |
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Happends everyday, one another the other |
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But the suburb living is high class |
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With a high class leather city trade with ya ass |
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And show ya the rough times |
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Hungry homeless people commiting crime |
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After crime |
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And bitches working the pike for dough |
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Then they run to the rock sella to buy some |
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Rocks slow |
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And i hear ya making fun of that... |
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Icp (what's up e) gets ya bats |
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It's time for you to crack some necks |
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And if they dont know now, show them what to |
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Expect |
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Cause it dont matter the race or the place |
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Capitol e giving the inner city taste |
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Interlude: violent j |
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Yea! we heading to birmingham,gross point |
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And beverly hills |
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I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish |
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Mood |
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Verse five: esham |
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Guess who's rolling with the icp, that black |
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Devil comming straight from the d |
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Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a |
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German |
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And looking for the governer to kill him and i |
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Think i can |
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Violent j know the way so im gonna getcha |
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If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya |
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The black devil, that devil ya dont know |
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Getting more pussy than bel biv devoe |
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Hey man do you know my name? |
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(esham) |
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Im down with notics, nuts on train |
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So give me mine cause it aint about black or |
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White |
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It aint about wrong or right on devil's night |
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I burn a cross in ya ****ing face |
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Now homicide's got a new case |
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So give me a taste |