| A labels just a label
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| It’s what you bring to the table
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| Rock so cold
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| He be spitting in fables
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| From the cradle
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| Been a baby gangsta
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| Let on moves on a beat
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| And the boy you’ll dismantle
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| Cus everything a target
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| When I get on that mic
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| If you ain’t got bars
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| You ain’t doing it right
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| I snort white, till the sun come up
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| Then I’m looking through the blinds
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| With the 4−5 tuck
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| I give’s a fuck
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| That’s why I move the chain
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| The yards that I run
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| Is something insane
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| But this not madden
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| This a long nose canon
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| Death is approaching
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| Like a fiery dragon
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| I grab your weed
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| Ese set the shit on fire
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| Then brake out a syringe
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| And let the dope inspire
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| I’m Michael Myers
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| From Halloween
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| Bout to go up in the booth
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| And butcher the scene
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| Mala noticias
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| These muthufuckers are dead
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| If you look through the list
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| You see the picture all red
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| De la sangre
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| From the multiple wounds
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| I sit back in the cut
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| And send the rats some goons
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| Yeeaah, that’s what I do
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| Bad news right here
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| And he’s strapped up too
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| We go to war
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| If you ever that wanted
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| Leave his ass stretched out
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| Now they saying we wanted
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| Living grimy
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| But I make that toast
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| To the spirits that’s around me
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| On my coast
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| We sipping brew
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| And we tokin that rifa
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| Told the homie on the jack
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| We don’t need no features
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| What the blood clot
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| They about to get ether
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| When they shot’s go through 'em
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| Epileptic Seizure
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| Got them felony raps
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| Notorious raps
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| Got the game under siege
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| I impose my tech’s
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| Snuff you out
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| A good day to die
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| You don’t even get a chance
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| To ask me why
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| Bullets chase you
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| When you run for cover
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| Ski mask boys
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| Spot the undercovers
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| I’m a big dog
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| If you know what I mean
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| International flow
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| Will turn you into a fiend
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| This is rehab
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| Your withdraw severe
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| Just don’t panic muthafucker
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| Cus the dope man here
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| Mala noticias
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| These muthufuckers are dead
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| If you look through the list
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| You see the picture all red
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| De la sangre
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| From the multiple wounds
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| I sit back in the cut
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| And send the rats some goons
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| Yeeaah, that’s what I do
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| Bad news right here
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| And he’s strapped up too
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| We go to war
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| If you ever that wanted
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| Leave his ass stretched out
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| Now they saying we wanted |