| Sin City Records presents
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| Brotha Lynch Hung and Doomsday Productions
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| The Plague
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| In the beginning
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| There was darkness
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| And then came the light
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| And everybody was happy
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| Then came the plague
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| And the siccness and the doom followed
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| Then everybody died
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| Funny funny
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| Mad Dog for the money money
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| Grab y’all to the tummy dummy
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| Some of you listen im stable
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| It’s nothin
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| Like bein in a cell with Doom niggas
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| See a spell
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| WWW make a motherfucka smell.Plague.net
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| Real niggas we bout techs
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| Hit you in the neck
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| Real gettas we buy guns
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| When the shit get funkadelic
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| Bound to hit you wit the ?? |
| gun
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| Shots to the abdomen
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| Death becomes ???
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| We tore this Northtown savage
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| And I’m all about my cabbage
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| I pierce my dick
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| And I’m quick to tell some shit about hoes and automatics
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| I’m equipped with a clique of rhymes
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| I’m equipped with a clique of bitches
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| I’m equipped with a clique of slugs
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| Fo sho' to sink you with the quickness
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| Snake
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| Through the streets of south Nevada
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| Find me a simple minded bitch
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| And I lick my lips and then I’m out
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| Playboy 7, Northtown Doomsday
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| Las Vegas homes
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| Soon as I go
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| I’m bout to say get 'em
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| The shit that got me hot
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| Now I got my Glock
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| And I got it cocked
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| So I’m a let it pop
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| Like pop goes the weasel
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| Motherfuck your Volvo horsepower
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| Nigga you fuckin with a diesel
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| That’ll destroy your head up
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| In your darkest hour
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| Cuz nigga I’m a killa
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| Better known to your baby mama as the rapist
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| When I raise the people’s hand and eyebrow
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| Watch real life embraces
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| So I put the smackdown
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| On your candy ass
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| And if you scared to get 'em up motherfucker
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| We still gone blast
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| Here’s a lesson in demonology
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| I’m darin my enemies to size out chronologically
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| Make no apology
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| Trust no other motherfuckers
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| Except my doom niggas I crush
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| Any punk bitch niggas
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| That wanna fuck with us
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| Known for croppin motherfuckers down to the bone
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| With a semi-automatic
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| Double-edged axe blade chrome
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| With an army like Anubis
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| We keep comin no matter what
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| So fuck a punk bitch that try to do to us |