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We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations |
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And I'm waiting for the |
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Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken |
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Caught up in the doom, prepare for |
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SatanSo we facing a situation while |
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I'm drunk and scared |
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Heavily sedated wonder will |
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I make it to the pearly gates |
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Or will I burn off in that lake now? |
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Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake? |
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How many wait? |
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It's too late, it's over now |
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Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable |
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Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' |
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Betta plead to bloody |
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Jesus, watch how the majesty control it |
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Don't let it go slow down hold on |
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Now can I get a witness shout |
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Hallelujah, |
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AmenI'm feeling the |
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Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya |
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Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm |
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I got designed when the world drop dimes |
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This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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If the world should end today |
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Fully automatic, gunning through it |
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Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain |
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Mo' murda, |
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I heard 'em holla, holla, clock dollas |
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Swallow me, baby, 'cause we balling hollow point tips to the |
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CIEnemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid |
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Making them nauseous, cautious these niggas is flossing |
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My Nina Ross tossed out |
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I'm slaucing |
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It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em |
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Who wanna magnum? |
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Who wanna tag 'em? |
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Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby, bitch |
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Smoked out in high school |
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Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken |
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Gotta get paid we in the kitchen |
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Cooking up grade and, baby, go on go grym |
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Hold on to motherfucking gun |
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Another fifth took one hood shot she split up |
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Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up |
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So huff and make it settle |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Make me push this panic button nigga |
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We moving like the |
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Panthers in the sixties |
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Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited |
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You wit' me, nigga, you wit' me? |
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Militant minded perfect timing it |
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Always on the incline, ah shit |
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Nigga that's down for the grind, ah, shit |
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Keeping real niggas rewinding this |
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Deep in the ghetto in the streets, ah, |
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ClevelandWe call it thieving mind deceiving |
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Hear the reasons for hustling season |
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Bottom line money is power and the power mean muscle |
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Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling |
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Nigga get down for his hustle, his hustle hustle |
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Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you? |
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Well, I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do |
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Scream M-O- |
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G and start blasting |
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Nigga never did like them boyz in blue |
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No regards for authorities |
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Wanna dump a nigga up wid the ferozine |
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Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene |
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Know what |
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I mean, you betta get wid the team' |
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Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga |
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We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day |
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To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder |
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Got my mind made up and if niggas straight balling up outta control |
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Just as those hoes nigga rose |
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On ah, mission tryin' ta get that dough |
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Separated mine through prose |
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Open and close just like a case |
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Place to place ya feeling, ya safe |
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HB all up in my face |
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And it just ain't safe, it just ain't safe safe |
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I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war |
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Boy, boy, |
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I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy |
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See me I'm stacked and ripping shit |
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Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats |
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Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach |
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Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket |
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Ready to buck on the crowd |
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As long as that one little nigga |
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Sagging and bragging and talking loud |
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Talking about he, 'bout it, 'bout it |
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Nigga I got yo whole clik |
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Real niggas don't run they mouth |
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Real niggas make moves and get rich |
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Mobbing in a expedition |
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Thinking of a proposition |
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Settle my composition |
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Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition |
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Mo murda competition |
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How many niggas on the front line |
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Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine? |
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Nigga disrespect mine |
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How will you lose the chalk? |
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For marrow rip through thine spine |
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If you wanna listen to what |
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I sayHey, gotta pay intuition |
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This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit' |
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Cause, my niggas too exquisite |
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I'm so Armageddon just as my |
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Smith & Wesson |
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Here's a nice slug for you |
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And my nitrogen glyc bomb |
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Can land on them nuclear morgue |
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I watch when they all come stormin' |
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So when my one hit 'em up they fall |
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Let off wid' a little frustration bust my gun |
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Bullets haul |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Code murder one, code murder one |
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Murder them mo |
