| I might die tonight, but if I do I’ma be okay
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| And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said
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| I got two graves dug, one for me and one for the motherfucker standin' in my way
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| And if I die tonight, at least I can say I never ran away
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| Six foot deep, deep deep in the cut
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| Shovel and a tarp rolled up in the truck
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| Couple old bikers and they know whats up
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| Spin my iTunes, shake em, I’m getting people roughed up
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| And a child molester might end up in the mud
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| Bones in the shit of a couple wild boars
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| Teeth buried in the lot of a little white church
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| I be somewhere dog GPS don’t work
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| When the cops all do things a little bit dirty
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| But they stay on my team, I got that baby face money
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| Y’all can buy all that jewelry, I’ll invest in my community
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| Put a bunker in the ground, fill it up with plenty shiny things
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| I got brass for days, pitbulls with teeth so razor sharp you’d think
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| My females slept with a great white shark
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| I ain’t tryna brag but my A-Team too big
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| Some crazy mother fuckers on that 1900's shit
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| It’s time for a change, ya I came with some buddies
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| Who don’t mind getting muddy and bloody and standin' for somethin'
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| And putting some sense into this corrupt country
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| Go ahead big dog come over here and say somethin'
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| I might die tonight, but if I do I’ma be okay
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| And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said
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| I got two graves dug, one for me and one for the motherfucker standin' in my way
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| And if I die tonight, at least I can say I never ran away
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| You can get it, I’ma fight until the death of me
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| I ain’t never been on the run from an enemy
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| Heavily armed to the teeth, got an army with me
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| And I’m ready to die if you threaten me
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| AK’s, AR’s, you ain’t who you say you are
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| Bullets start flying, putting ghosts in the graveyard (Boo)
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| Full moon lighting up the battlefield
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| Battle to my last breath and my blood splatter here (Boo)
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| Just breathe a minute
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| Just think a minute
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| You don’t wanna go to war
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| Or we could get it, yeah we could bring it right to your front door
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| I don’t think you wanna go that route
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| I ain’t known to fuck around, fuck around
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| I’ma throw a hundred rounds
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| Put your cold body in the fuckin' ground
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| Get the point bitch, when I hit you with the hollow round
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| What the fuck you talkin' bout?
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| I don’t wanna talk about it
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| Leave your body right there layin' with some chalk around it
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| Why I gotta go so hard?
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| Why you so fuckin' soft?
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| Call your man runnin' bitch, you already fuckin' lost
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| I might die tonight, but if I do I’ma be okay
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| And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said
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| I got two graves dug, one for me and one for the motherfucker standin' in my way
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| And if I die tonight, at least I can say I never ran away
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| I never ran away |