| Hangmen 3
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| Runnin off topic
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| Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
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| Put ya glass down and grab a chick
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| Don’t even think you can hang with this
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| Bitch-ass niggas can’t hang with this
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| Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
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| Bars, bricks, whips, funds
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| Come to think about it we ain’t ordinary men
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| You think you immortal, my dogs ain’t sleepin
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| Run through ya crib at 6 in the evenin
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| 10 o’clock news, front page section
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| Count all the votes, Benzino’s been elected
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| Most dangerous, most violent
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| My killers always move in silence
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| Put 'dro in a blunt, twist it up
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| Put fo' in ya gut, twist you up
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| You ain’t heard, not guilty’s the verdict
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| I paint a clear picture, you spit with no vision
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| I spit viscious, we all in position
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| Check a nigga history, you better ask around
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| Rap’s greatest mystery
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| This is for my real dog niggas, incarcerated tears
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| Niggas all in tears, throw it up
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| Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
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| Put ya glass down and grab a chick
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| Don’t even think you can hang with this
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| Bitch-ass niggas can’t hang with this
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| Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
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| Bars, bricks, whips, funds
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| Sky’s the limit, long as my heart pump I’ll be in it
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| 'Til I overcome, finally win it
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| Used to hit the street hard
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| Hustle like time was endin, and I’m not pretendin
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| I choose my own destiny
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| And can’t nobody get the best of me
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| And half y’all niggas can’t get next to me
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| Y’all ain’t strong enough to question me
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| Cuz ain’t no tellin when it’s time to go to war
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| Specially when niggas don’t bang no more
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| Fake-ass rappers should cut and take ten
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| You act like you can’t get laid in coffin
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| You act like niggas get play from Boston
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| Never underestimate it too often
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| Smoke hash just to ease the pain
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| And keep stayin focused on gettin payed
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| Still searchin in my soul for the answers
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| Askin God why I’m gettin these chances
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| Home Boston, we harm if we hungry
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| Fight if we starvin, I’ll die for this money
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| Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
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| Put ya glass down and grab a chick
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| Don’t even think you can hang with this
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| Bitch-ass niggas can’t hang with this
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| Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
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| Bars, bricks, whips, funds |