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Welcome |
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All foreign passports to the left |
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All resident passports to the right |
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Ya dig? |
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Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
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I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
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Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain't hear one word |
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I'm just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
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Cause what you want that's what we got |
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Once things begin, my ******* it won't stop |
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Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
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Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
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Mother****** I'm |
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Back with a vengeance, back with the business |
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I'm a vet with a pension, a man with a vision |
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I'm a man on a mission, so crowd around listen |
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This that hardcore heavy head bang, you've been missing |
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Go to Defcon one, if you don't comply |
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I might explode like a meth lab, there is no rehab |
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************es need knee-pads, a pound of some Zig Zags |
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That last like Etta James, I'm back let the cage rap |
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Charles Bronson, visionary marksman |
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Heartless, leave your intellect on your carpet |
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I don't really start ************t, I just like to finish it |
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dismember with a hacksaw, getting rid of it |
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I'm so militant, you so Gilligan, killing it |
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Heard you want the coast on your back |
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Yo, be careful what you wish for, good luck with that |
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You could be found in your trunk, with your chest collapsed, relax |
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Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
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I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
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Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain't hear one word |
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I'm just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
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Cause what you want that's what we got |
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Once things begin, my ******* it won't stop |
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Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
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Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
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Mother****** I'm |
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Made for the masses, chromed out classics |
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Block after block, when I park so Jurassic |
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Cameras start fla************ng, everybody asking |
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Harassing, suck my ************ with six aspirins |
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That'll keep your head tight, back from the afterlife |
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Locked in my hurt locker, built up my appetite |
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You need your name in lights, when I just need a mic |
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And I can level any playing field, like a sheet of ice |
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It's going down like when you cuffed, and they read your rights |
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I'm going higher, better bail, if you're scared of heights |
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I'm ritual killing prepare for a sacrifice |
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Roll her like a pair a' dice, lounging in paradise |
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Jealous *******s want to feed, like a parasite |
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Burn leeches off with cigarettes, I just need a light |
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I been around, seen the press get it shut down |
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I'm stadium status, the crowd got to move NOW!!! |
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Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
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I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
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Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain't hear one word |
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I'm just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
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Cause what you want that's what we got |
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Once things begin, my ******* it won't stop |
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Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
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Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
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Mother****** I'm |
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A man dies once, a coward dies a thousand times |
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Your ************ asses on nine hundred and ninety nine |
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You only got one more, you better make it last |
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Before a lay this hurt locker to your ******* ass |
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Lock chop choppers, chop shop droppers |
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Fresh state to state until the feds came knocking |
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Call us in the clutch when your shows ain't popping |
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When your hoes ain't dropping, when your flows ain't rocking |
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Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
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I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
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Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain't hear one word |
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I'm just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
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Cause what you want that's what we got |
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Once things begin, my ******* it won't stop |
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Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
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Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
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Mother****** I'm |