| Ski mask on with a burner cell phone
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| Desert Eagle 50 cal. |
| imprint on the backbone
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| This one is not to be tested
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| Unless you got Smith and Wesson
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| Quick at your disposal if not
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| Better to head back home
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| This is the business, the uniform isn’t unusual if you make killing a job
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| Money is good when it’s coming from behind prison walls for someone who need to
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| get off
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| Plus it probably beat a nine to five and there is time to be outside instead of
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| sitting at a desk and making calls
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| And for anyone to stay alive up in the jungle you should figure out a way to
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| carry no remorse at all
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| All day long it is bombs over Baghdad
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| Right in the backyard no service no draft
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| No reason to go out
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| But it’s no reason to stay in
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| When the roaches are all raiding
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| And your neighbors bumping Black Flag
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| Tired of living like this but not ready to die
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| Cause he isn’t notorious yet
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| Everyone wants to be somebody known for doing something people call glorious,
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| yes
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| So he keep it pushing through the blood and all the gunning down of people that
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| he knew and loved who just ran out of time
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| And the mantra that is bumping on the Walkman in the pocket probably something
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| that’s synonymous to money on the mind
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| This action
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| No time for your planning
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| The lifespan like this fuse is too short
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| That rocket is taking off
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| Taking off, taking off, it’s taking off
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| Party in the sky
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| Thug mansion was real as it turns out
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| These gangstas ride rockets
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| They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off
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| What is in the mind of a motherfucking killer when he chillin' on the porch
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| with his daughter in his lap, peace
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| That man just doing his job fam
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| No demons for the damned
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| Meaning if they live in hell
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| They can’t bring it to you, you see?
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| What’s a goon to a goblin?
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| Essentially, living in the ghetto cause the rent is cheap
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| And the cost of living is the life you living
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| And the life you living is the nicest given that you ice the living
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| There they cry for more of that good poison
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| That hood oil
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| That cash cow need cash now
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| Just add water and back off of what momma taught ya
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| Parents just don’t understand, apparently always talking to Jesus, please
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| The only God here is the Jesus piece they rocking like hipsters rock Jeezy tees,
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| ironic
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| Don’t you think? |
| Or don’t you think about it?
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| Stop all the thinking, instincts is how you kill a giant
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| They might be stalking up rappers and robbing prisons for taxes
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| Death and that shit
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| Everyone trying to be the king of this landfill
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| Probably get us just a hill of bodies, you stand still, you cancelled
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| So no settling down, they hit the pedal
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| Depending upon your metal
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| You’re drowned in exhaustion
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| And lost in the smoke is a chokin'
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| Unspoken, inhuman an urge, unprovoked
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| It’s all good; |
| with professional pot-stirrers
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| A thought murders a motherfucker quicker than not
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| This action
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| No time for your planning
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| The lifespan like this fuse is too short
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| That rocket is taking off
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| Taking off, taking off, it’s taking off
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| Party in the sky
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| Thug mansion was real as it turns out
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| These gangstas ride rockets
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| They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off
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| Meet up in the parking lot
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| Taking off, spark it up
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| Do that shit again
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| Meet up in the parking lot
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| Take it off, sparking up
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| Pass it to a friend
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| Got the spaceship in the parking lot
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| Spark a lot
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| Take it off
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| Do that shit again
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| Always chill up in the parking lot
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| When the block is hot
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| Taking off, yup
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| Get fly, baby, they die regular
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| Don’t want to just deteriorate on a cellular level
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| The devil’s a meddling motherfucker
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| There be no medals for all these fucking guns you been bustin'
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| Now uncles and nieces and cousins are going to war
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| Blowing the score
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| Pedaling pellets for more guns than a Scorsese blockbuster
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| Bust the block, show stop
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| Mustard to mayonnaise
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| Make the cars hop scotch
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| Soda, pop, cap
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| Dozens with the cousin, get a partner who can rap
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| And a partner who can ball, and the rest of y’all
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| Welcome to the trap, get ready for war
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| Welcome to the hood go and cover your head
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| For the patron saint Trayvon and bring out your dead
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| Ring the alarm although the sound is drowning
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| And the beat is banging so hard that you can’t hear the shouting
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| This action
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| No time for your planning
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| The lifespan like this fuse is too short
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| That rocket is taking off
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| Taking off, taking off, it’s taking off
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| Party in the sky
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| Thug mansion was real as it turns out
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| These gangstas ride rockets
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| They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off |