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Now playful pulpit pussies poppin junk with the pistol |
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Sweated because i'm dreaded let's get ready to pull a fistful |
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Of extinction, reachin, quick on the trigger sneakin |
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And then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin |
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The props cuz they pops lots of mops heads drop |
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Dead plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot |
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Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then i vanish |
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Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn |
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It's a shame, the brain is washed, to the point, when it's savage |
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Beast-es, i rest in peace, simply before i annex |
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And send, why can't there be, a resolution i ask you |
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No answer, so **** it the next time my life is threatened i'll blast you |
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Packin the black steel makin the mack's feel pain and fear |
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As i smear blood from buckshots to the brain |
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Pump pump pump listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past |
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Your ears and dig in, drillin into your cranium |
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Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid |
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Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with |
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Intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins |
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Defends my livelihood cuz rivals could bring ends to |
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My youthful bliss bustin a trigger gun and missed this |
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Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist |
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In your death, your last breath havin spasms as i has em |
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The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad |
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And not a murderer, ensurin the, longevity of my life i'll |
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Live and let live, kill if i must i shall |
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I give it all i got, that's all i got to give |
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Yo, you got to live and let live |
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I give it all i got, that's all i got to give |
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Yo, you gotta live and let live |
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[phesto] |
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Damn i wish, that i can have bliss, daily |
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Lately i try to speak my piece but words fail me |
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I'm dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil |
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I got to sweat the devil plus i got to sweat my people |
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Do i gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out |
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Your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead |
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Deceased i gotta a peace deeds cuz the beast be |
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Lurkin up in them, so now i'm buckin them |
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And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks |
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You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks |
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You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this |
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But follow this down a dark alley and you're catchin hollow tips |
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You got yo' shit, i got mine, leave it at that |
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Respect d or thank me, when i shank thee |
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Necks, cuz clever dreads can sever heads weasel |
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I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel |
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A law abiding citizen but shit it's been long enough |
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Strong and tough, sniff this and you're snuffed |
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Stifled, step lively, don't try to bust me |
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Trust the fact that i'm friendly and you'll plus see |
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I love humans, they hate, me |
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I'd love to live and let live but no-one's d |
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So until then i chill when it's possible |
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But i gotsta pull, pieces because we're peaceless |
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Chorus |
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[a-plus] |
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Yo, i shall not kill, i will if i have to |
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You say i'm the one promoting violence well i ask you |
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Have you ever heard the sound of bullets passing you |
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Ever thought of going out with someone blasting you |
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Willing to be killing maybe is a great sin but |
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It's not appealing when bullets penetrate skin what |
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Pain when a brain leaves a stain with the quickness |
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So i get a fool if i think that i'm on his shitlist |
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With the swiftness of a glock nine |
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So now who got your back? cuz my gat got mine |
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Find a brother with some dreads and now you figure you're gonna kill him |
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Well i grab my gun when i see one i'm gonna fill him |
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Why should you live in fear thinkin someone is gonna get ya |
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I bet ya, before he gets me he'll be on a streacher |
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So no nigga pulls a trigger on the s-o-m |
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And if there's more than one i'll have to kill the rest of them |
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Buckshots, leave a body ripped, cuz i got equipped |
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With a shotty quick, that nobody wanna riff with |
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Get split open with the fury of the lead g |
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Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat, flat is what your head be |
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Dead see, why don't brothers wanna let me function |
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When i pull it, kids be eatin bullets like a luncheon |
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Adam got a magnum and i tag em with this weapon |
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Be threatened, cuz adam be pullin a pistol if you're steppin |
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I don't like it but i guess that that's the way it has to be |
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Live and let live but then you're dead before you're blastin me |
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Chorus 2x |
