| I'm a raider like spaceghost
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| Come to the shootout with the Klan behind you
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| Kill the Fake Hoes
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| Who brings the ray-flow like auto Mac-Ten
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| If the bullet follows you, running away won't help you either
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| I'm a rap rep, a pilgrim of the street
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| As well as Simmie and (?), I'm down with the G's
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| Even if I shoot sometimes, I love the hood
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| There's six million ways to die, understood?
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| It's six million ways to die
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| One gun, two chicks and a ride
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| And all my niggas gone' ride
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| What's on they mind; |
| homicide
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| And you can look in my eyes
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| See the fire and the flames, get fried
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| I'm from two-seven-five
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| From miami to germany, we live
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| We are Blokk Raiders and Klan
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| Clothes in black, sharp guns under the shirt
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| You don't see us coming, no, suddenly we're there
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| In the night, this fright night becomes your grave
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| There's six million ways to die, you don't want it
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| You don't really want my niggas to come through, get on it
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| Put your body in the bodybag
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| You don't really want these problems man
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| We will turn your ass into a fag
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| Drag queen, whatever you want, beef shit
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| War time coming through yea we on street shit
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| It's nothing to me, you know how I do it man
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| When it comes to murder shit, you know my niggas shooting man
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| AK's and all that, you better duck
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| Ain't no duck, you fuckin' round' me you get bust
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| What the fuck, that's what you niggas is when we rolling up
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| Fucking with me, bullets to your head
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| Then get the bucks put em' on his head, yea what I said
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| Put the price tag on his head, now his ass dead
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| War time, it's the death time for you
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| Grim reaper with this rap shit, yous' a gone
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| We are Blokk Raiders and Klan
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| Clothes in black, sharp guns under the shirt
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| You don't see us coming, no, suddenly we're there
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| In the night, this fright night becomes your grave |