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{{joe mafia}} |
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I spark an l to a sunset meditatin |
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Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason |
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Same blocks, atf rush spots cats bubble humbly |
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I'm hungry, killa bee trilogy triumphantly |
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Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic |
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Keep your ears open for new assignments |
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Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme thats |
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Interchangeable |
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Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable |
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Against the grain, crown prince of the purple rain |
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No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane |
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Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, i'm reckless |
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Coressing the flame, addressing the strange |
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It's wu-tang |
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Chorus: {sampled singer} |
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Close your weary eyes and drift away, it's alright |
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Close your weary eyes and drift away, it's alright |
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{{napolean}} |
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When i got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick |
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Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich |
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New with tricks, we went through wu-syndicate, wu ventelists |
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Cop a mansion on these other land where war's parentless |
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Anyway, this is clear, michaelangelo destined to blow |
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And a trio with myalan' and joe m |
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I'm at your gravesite, midnight ritual, candlelight |
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Heard she set you up with spite, she cop the ninja your bike |
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I'm having flashbacks of henney, jetskis blasting semi's together |
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We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually |
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They thought we'd break the penititeniary |
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Made his mom break down at the wake mentally |
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Right now its chilly and cloudy days |
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Man i'm chillin with shaq in la |
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I make sure d, make a sake in princeway |
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Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of v.a. |
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Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away |
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Drift away.. |
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[chorus] |
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{{myalansky}} |
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Eh yo son your jack ringin, "what up? who this?" |
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"jakes just knocked your bitch", "word up no shit" |
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Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped |
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Toted on talk in the range with the pipe rack |
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Chips might be up under the whip |
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Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under her chin |
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What if she asked about the ice that i put on her wrist? |
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Thought my chick earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch |
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But times i went to war and she brought extra clips |
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Jack said no cell, need to tal' up the chip |
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Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick |
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[chorus x0.5] |
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{{napolean}} |
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I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets |
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Legacy live 500 years like vinnie's nest |
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Evil scientist, now i manifest with golden plaques |
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Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath |
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Black guillotines, banded like king luis the 16th |
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Before you blink, napolean, lock to your wife and tie her man |
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Executioner, poetic conspiracy of lucifer |
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Beef come for real, there's no tellin what i do to ya |
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Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the jupiter |
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Boys, i roll with wu-syndicate sharpshooters |
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Who smuggle coke in parachuters |
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Politic in silence like j edgar hoover |
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To leave to switzerland, type maneuvers |
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{{myalansky}} |
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Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran |
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Chased for presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my timbs |
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Modern lights got your frame bent |
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Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member |
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Ask permission before you kill 'em, you're nameless |
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Ufo's, domes, the strangest invasion |
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The project block locked by pavement |
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Nikki bond, donna her'on, courageous, the payment |
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Many attempts but couldn't save 'im |
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Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats |
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Can't hang with this shit, wu-syndicate, we livin this |
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Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence |
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My niggaz deal embezzlement |
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{{joe mafia}} |
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D's and iv's, unlimited cc's, roll up your long sleeves |
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We in it to win it, wu-syndicate snatch penants |
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Label cats menace, work cats in, fuck with the mercelis |
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Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills |
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Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of va |
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Bust twin nines, we go for pollyin |
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World reknowned, thunder pound bound |
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The shells bounce off the wally moccasins |
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You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin |
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Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson |
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What? flamin y'all niggaz, fuck that |
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[chorus to fade] |
