| Just 'cause I rap don’t mean I’m just a rapper I’m out for payback
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| Laid back in a lark with the top dropped,
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| yeah my click done got the yoc hot
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| Breakin' em off in ninety-four got enemies chalked up, homeboyz locked up
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| Sucka walk up with your glock tucked if you feel you’re the one to kill me
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| Wanna get filthy? |
| Enemies feel free puttin' it down
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| for the north I’m guilty
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| Old-e forties distill me as I spill my seed upon this earth
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| Tryin' to leave a part of my soul with a son to carry
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| along my name and word
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| My son murder if you have to but I don’t stress that you make it a habit
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| And wind up too far gone and can’t back up forced to
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| live a whole life havoc
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| Gotta protect my folks, reject all those only out for
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| skrill and f*ckin' hoes
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| Cause they the ones that’ll leave you froze solo in a crowd of angry foes
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| This life I chose so I can’t blame a soul when I die at a young age
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| Gangbangers body found mangled and shot, puzzle the cops on the front page
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| In a drunk rage killaz gather up artillery scattered in the cuts |
| On a mission to kill the opposition leavin' a scene of splattered guts
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| Don’t matter much who’s the trigger man your whole
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| sets gonna get a feel of my clan
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| With no debate retaliate get accused never take the witness stand
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| Are we vicious men with a vicious plan, heartless murderers that intend
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| To kill innocent to the guilty?
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| Naw, just dealin' with the world were livin' in
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| Where dividends make the world spin, creating a violent whirlwind
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| That’s hard to not get sucked up in,
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| face it, gonna be war til' the world ends
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| So if dangers felt fear for your health, underestimate fill an empty shelf
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| At a morgue with your dead body and blackbird will
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| finish up what ain’t been dealt… now |