| The day that we died
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| Was on the lower East side
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| When I seen these three D.T.'s speed by
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| Still feeling the trees, the weed fly
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| My reaction slow while stashing bags of coke in my Levi’s
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| Three guys creeped from each side, tryna to spark me
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| I grabbed they car keys and snatched they Grand Marquis
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| Made it four blocks before some uniform cops
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| By a corner store stopped and licked off four shots
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| They ricocheted off the door lock—the tires exploded
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| The shot passed the gas tank—fire engulfed it
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| Digged out like we ran a track meet when the man attacked me
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| In his hands, some black heat with a plan to clap me
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| For covering a stand-off deadlock
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| They let Glocks spray and ‘Bolic got caught with a headshot
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| Had to revenge plot
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| Grabbed a gun from a dead cop
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| ‘Til I felt something red-hot in my chest and my breath stopped
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| Sometimes I wonder, «Do I deserve to live?»
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| «Am I gonna burn in hell for all the things I did?»
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| We had street cred. |
| How could we be dead?
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| I fell to the gates of Hell and seen the dog with three heads
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| Told the world to sit the fuck down on some Double Team shit
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| Expected Heaven, got Hell and had to come up with a scheme quick
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| So quick dipped and attacked the triple-6 throne
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| Cracked Satan’s chin bone with a chunk of brimstone
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| Lou Cipher’s/Lucifer's executioners approached from all the angles
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| But I used the Devil’s horn to stab the fallen angel
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| The brawl was painful, but I had faith in Jesús
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| Prayed I could break loose and found an escape route
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| Atop a mountain of Satan’s troops, in a burst of glory
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| If you heard the story, you’d know the power of purgatory
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| Escaped the hell-hole where the Devil sells souls
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| Saw Heaven’s gate in the distance, and heard the bell toll
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| Celebrated with an L roll, and seemed to be straight
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| Ran toward God’s light and seen St. Peter at the gate
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| Sometimes I wonder, «Do I deserve to live?»
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| «Am I gonna burn in hell for all the things I did?»
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| We ran up screaming, «Open the gates of Heaven.»
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| He said, «You're not in the Book of Life and God don’t make exceptions.»
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| I sprayed ether at St. Peter and hit the spot
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| While ‘Bolic broke an angel’s halo and tried to pick the lock
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| Soon as I opened it, an angel came and closed the shit—dead bolted it
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| So we were forced to climb over it
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| Jumped in Heaven, saw two angels unsuspecting
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| Ran their white robes and begun to blend in
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| But Moses noticed and exposed the hidden truth
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| We hid in the Garden of Eden, eating the forbidden fruit
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| Jehovah’s two best soldiers lead the chase
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| They caught us and brought us before God to plead our case
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| I told our story
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| He moved, then stopped and said, «I'll give back your human body if you fight
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| the Illuminati.»
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| Had no choice but to accept God’s gift
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| So here we are resurrected on earth as prophets |