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(feat. Prodigy (Mobb Deep), |
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Twin) [Verse One] |
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Reflections of my own life flash like a fire |
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Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream |
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Fall for cenetries physical and the mental |
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When I crashed through work |
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I was cursed but still |
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I Quit my curse found my hustle |
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Stack paper made it world wide |
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Feeling the dream, dont be a hater son |
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Think you the greater one |
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Gotta put you on the fader son |
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Cut your ass up see you later |
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Gotta drop till your praying nigga |
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You ain't a player hust a frail nigga |
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I'm the slayer in your nightmares |
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Unstoppable |
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When you see me on the street |
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Call a audible |
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I got you covered, face it |
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And you can't dodge this bullet baby |
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This ain't the matrix |
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Got to put you in your placement |
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Hide your body in the basement |
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Your boys wonder where your face went [Chorus 2X] |
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Homey we keet those on us |
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Smoke like mufflers |
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To calm down/ |
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I sell But still explode |
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Those things so fast/they know not to gas they self |
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They can't fuck with us, we laugh last [Verse Two] |
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Backbreakers of the game |
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Many many musical |
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Legendary criminal destined to be professional |
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I rain supreme |
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Ever since my days you rock vest just to push your range |
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No doubt about it |
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We grew up in the cloud |
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Read up in your magazine just to see what were about |
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Peep into the case, see me, ask |
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Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano |
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Droppin it good |
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For that hoody in the front row |
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Thats my good pro down for the juggalo |
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Three guns busted for the battle man |
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Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle |
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Duece, double o, slow |
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Church folk say we ain't got too many more |
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Either man rush |
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I'm gonna hit em with the head rush |
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So be careful on what you trusting [Chorus 2X] [Verse Three] |
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Yo I was walking on the block |
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Heard a couple shots |
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Caught one in the leg |
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And I know who did it |
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They gonna get it |
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Wrap up my leg |
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Bounced upstairs and got strapped up |
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I love that drama shit |
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I'm all gassed up |
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I lit that kush up and got doughed up |
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And thought about all the foul shit |
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I did I can't help it, |
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I was this way since a kid |
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Then I slide out the crib |
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Hunt down my pray |
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The look in my eyes like |
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I sniffed some yay |
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Ran up on homes |
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And blast away |
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He passed away twin got the last laugh today |
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Anybody front |
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I keep that on me |
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You had to die homey thats part of the game |
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I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim |
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I'm in the shooting range mastering the art [Chorus 2X] |
