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Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store |
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Money is power, give me your's, we break laws |
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Faggot cats claiming their crooks |
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Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too |
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Yo, bag him up, smack him up |
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Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson |
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Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for |
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You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Myalansky] |
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Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested |
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Project cats with guns start to run shit |
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Coming from the streets, gum on long dick |
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Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some |
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Vietnam shit |
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Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz |
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Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch |
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Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store |
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Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for |
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Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war |
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Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off |
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Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a |
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Range Rov' |
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Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow |
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Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz |
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Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell |
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I'm saying, "Fuck the rapping", since |
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I was a kid, |
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I made it happen |
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On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting |
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Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting |
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Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores [Chorus] [Napolean] |
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Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken |
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As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens |
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Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys |
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Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes |
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Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye |
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Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action |
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Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing |
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Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks |
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Preaching that |
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God spook, |
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Napolean remains hostile |
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Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils |
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A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency |
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I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty |
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Like Diamond |
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Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles |
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Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles |
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Raw element, |
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U.S./Russian coalition 15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing |
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Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in |
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Alaska Anatomies get fractured, |
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Sampson was captured |
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By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less |
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Benjamins |
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Peace to rich men, |
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Jews with snowflakes spinning |
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Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in |
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We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men |
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Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men |
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Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced |
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To my nested kin, |
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I leave some |
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Japanese yams |
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What? What? |
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What? [Chorus] [Joe Mafia] |
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Innocent on some plead the 5th shit |
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Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, |
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Allah, the intrickit |
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Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots |
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See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a |
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Casa Lopi |
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Don't need to persue me, |
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Soloman, the dominant |
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Straircases on dot, your man, |
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Crime Syndicate |
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Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors |
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Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages |
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So, I'm contagious sick, touch my caliber |
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Cock, malice like |
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Gallagher, crash your whole calender |
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Fuck, who got stamina to last, |
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I leave him dead-ass with lead in his ass, caught in the rash |
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Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes |
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Villains got my world baptized |
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Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser |
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Foggy survivalists rott cats in |
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Congo 38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso |
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When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes |
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So, what the fuck you suppose happened? |
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For calling me out, fuck rapping |
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We gun clapping, the sharp shooter |
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It be the case with the stolen ruger |
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And left the prosecuter puffing on the |
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Thai ruler |
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Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted |
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In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard [Chorus] [Outro: Myalansky] |
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Thug was, thug war... |
