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Damn |
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(Chorus) |
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Yo it's gotta be a sign when the bullshit stops |
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Ain't a damn thang changed still fuck the cops |
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It's been a long time comin' and believe we came |
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If fans only knew that ain't a damn thang changed |
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(Jamie Madrox) |
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Hey yo fuck money tax, Cadillacs |
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Nice clothes, studios, hot wax, fine hoes |
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Freestyles, drug sales, competition, videos, |
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and Thug Tales fresh |
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As a stick of Trident |
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fuck means of consignment |
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All about realignment to the game |
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Hometown hero, but treated like a zero |
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Hate me more than ever cause now I got dinero |
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In my enemies eyes I stand alone |
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Blowin' in the wind just me and my microphone |
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I'm like a Jedi Knight bringin' the Force and alliance |
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Mean muggin' muthafuckas like I'm Andre the Giant |
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Type of shit that start a riot, but I just begun |
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Explosion C4, 3, 2, on 1 (Bang!) |
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Leave the fuckin' room cuz heads are bound to get cracked |
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Beats kickin' at equivalent to get whiplash |
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Add a dash of Ridalin just to keep me sane |
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But the problem goes deeper than the cells in my brain |
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Maintain for the simple fact I stack my wealth |
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Because I can't help nobody till I help myself |
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(Chorus) |
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Well it's gotta be a sign when the bullshit stops |
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Ain't a damn thang changed still fuck the cops |
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It's been a long time comin' and believe we came |
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If fans only knew that ain't a damn thang changed |
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(Monoxide Child) |
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Monoxide Child hey, wicked wild |
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Nicotine, and THC be my style |
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Profile of a serial killa that's who I be |
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The T-W-I-Z-T-I-D |
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I'm comin' with the shit to make your head explode |
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Cock the hammer in my mouth, and let my tongue unload |
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Road to riches, taggin' bitches |
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Fuck around I'll have you sleepin' with the fishes |
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Fuck is you in stitches |
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You can hate me and my no good friends |
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But thinkin' this shit gonna end, it's all pretend |
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Now lend me an ear, and I'ma scream it loud and clear |
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It ain't safe for you to hang around here |
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7 Mile in the hood, Eastside, chinese eyes when we ride |
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Shit ain't even close to changed around this |
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(You the one actin' like a lil' bitch!) |
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I don't know what you heard, or what you thought |
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Or who you with, or who you brought |
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(Bitch niggas get tossed, whut?) |
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That's right ain't a damn thang changed, but day to night |
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And you ain't on the mic |
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Like to recite my shit, |
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kindly to your bitch |
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So both of y'all can suck a dick |
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(Chorus 4x) |
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Well it's gotta be a sign when the bullshit stops |
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Ain't a damn thang changed still fuck the cops |
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It's been a long time comin' and believe we came |
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If fans only knew that ain't a damn thang changed |
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Changed, and ain't a damn thang changed |
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Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, |
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nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody changed |
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Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, |
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nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody changed |
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Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, |
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nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody changed |
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Yeah, nobody changed bitch |
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Twiztid for life! |
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That's how we do it on the Eastside |
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Crank that shit |
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And we out bitch, and we out bitch, and we out bitch |
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Yo Monoxide crank that shit |