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Just a gang of four, got each other's back |
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Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack |
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Tearin' up the world, put ourselves through hell |
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Just to have a story we can tell |
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You can't stop us 'cuz we're |
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Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' |
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If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it |
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Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' |
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Like a midnight alley fight |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on bring it |
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Local gutter rats on the streets of gold |
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Crashin' stolen cars and sellin' souls |
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Settin' off alarms, watch the system burn |
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Ain't it crazy how the tables turn? |
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You can't stop us 'cuz we're |
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Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' |
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If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it |
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Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' |
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Like a midnight alley fight |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on bring it |
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Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' |
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If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it |
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Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' |
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Like a midnight alley fight |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on bring it |