| Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| All that I witnessed in life
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| Nightmares of being a killa
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| Because I am off on the hunt again
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| Yeah, Uh, Nightmares of a cold killa
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| Hard to look at myself in the mirror
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| Hard to get a grip on life
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| When everything is killed or be killed, Fool ever wanna pay the price
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| My pops taught me how to cock the hammer back
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| Aim and squeeze and lay a motherfucker flat
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| I’m a son of a gunna
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| Got a great reputation for trippin and kickin up a bunch dumber
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| I wonder, Will it ever change?
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| Will I wake up and find somethin else to erase the pain?
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| Seein pops get murked got my mind tweaked
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| It’s like I’m trapped, It’s stuck on repeat
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| It’s deep, How life can throw a curveball
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| Ya gotta suck it up and accept how the chips fall
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| And it’s hard to deal for reala
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| A Swan Song, Nightmares of a born killa
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| Uh, Yeah, They say revenge is better off served cold
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| And when they catch the Black Swan, Then i’ll truly know
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| Word has it that he’s spotted out east
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| Atlantic City to be exact tricking hella cheese |
| And from New York, It was a quick route
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| Vengeance for my father is all that I’m thinking bout
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| Hit the Casino and surveyed the place
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| Plan out in my mind what I’ma do when I see his face
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| I’m anxious but I gotta think straight
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| Broke in the security room and reviewed the camera tapes
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| Now it’s time to scape
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| Got the scoop on the room he was staying in 2538
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| And my blood’s boiling more hotter
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| All I’m thinking on this mission is revenge for my father
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| And the tension’s getting mo thicker
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| A Swan Song, Nightmares of a born killa
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| Uh, Yeah, Uh, My body filled wit a bunch of hate
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| Mind flowing off fears and anger, Hard to think straight
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| It’s like the sun after the rain
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| Maybe when I kill the Black Swan it’ll kill the pain
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| Gotta slow down and evaluate
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| Cause when the shit pops off I gotta make a clean break
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| Took the elevator to the 25th floor
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| Perp like security and knocked on the door
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| A bad bitch opened the door
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| I rushed right in, Cased the room, She asked who I was looking for
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| The other bitch jumped up scared |
| Hella shocked, Cause I had the heat to her head
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| Uh, Told the bitches I was looking for the Black Swan
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| They kept bullshitting stringing me along
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| I guess this mission was a big miss
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| I shot em both gangsta style cause I don’t trust a trick bitch
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| And I’m off on the hunt again
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| Because I am
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| Uh, Yeah, Uh
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| Listen Paul
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| As your Attorney, I have to tell you things the way they are
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| Yeah
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| Unfortunately, This Judge Longhorn character
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| Has the absolute worst reputation in the nation
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| Ah fuck
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| I mean he is a damn monster Paul
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| Aw
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| You are facing serious time going before this man
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| Fuck!
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| And our hands are tied on this one
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| What the fuck Blackwell? |
| My father will pay anything
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| I mean we will do whatever it takes at any cost
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| And you know what I mean
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| I can’t go to fucking jail, You have to know a way out of this man
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| You always do!
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| I might know a guy. |
| I know one guy
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| He’s just now returning from some personal business in Atlantic City
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| He’s been working a lot but if the money’s right
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| He can make this thing go away
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| Truthfully, He’s your only solution here |
| Fuck man! |
| What’s it gonna cost us?
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| Everything |