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Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move |
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Remove your torso, guns blow back of the track |
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Now the blunts roll, onslaught 24/7 now the funds flow |
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Anybody gets in my way, I let their guts show |
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Sick farms ain't doing shit without the big bucks |
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Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you're lame ducks |
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Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust |
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Come on, man, I don't give a fuck, who wanna test nuts |
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Scrapping, let's go toe to toe, I start the capping |
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Shirt stamping, like sherm on a stick, nines are clapping |
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Who's that then, who wanna be next, I make your back bend |
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Push comes to shove, no love, I make it happen |
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There's gotta be more to life than just this |
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Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss |
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You say, "It gets better", well, fuck that |
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You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped |
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You never paid rent after cocaine and weed |
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Man, I dance with the devil but I never get to lead |
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Don't get me wrong, if I could I'd make a change |
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Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange |
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They say, "The grass is greener on the other side", shit |
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But the fence is in the way now and I ain't buyin' it |
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I made a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground |
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Even when I'm dead and gone, I'll always be around |
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I'ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was lynch |
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In the game riding high, while you fuckers ride the bench |
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Skinhead rob run by motherfuckers, hit the fence |