| You should know what it is
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| With this sinister shit
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| Notorious Enemy, is all in this bitch
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| Las calles saven, lo que pasa
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| If I reach out with the strap
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| Estas balas te alcansan
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| And this records, I’m working even faster
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| Ese hood rat bitch in the way I’ll blast her
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| I’m the first, to let them fly
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| What you mean you the first to fucken die
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| I pay the block
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| I got the codes encrypted
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| At the stove in the kitchen
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| Getting ready to whip it
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| If I get wicked
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| Then things start ringing
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| So shooting vatos down
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| On the stand that’s sicken
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| You take a loss
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| I’m Mac-11 The Boss
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| That’s the price they gotta pay
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| The Uzi cover the cost
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| Let’s make it clear
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| Foo I got no fear
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| Ese you fear death
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| So your death is near
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| If this is what war is all about
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| Ese vatos laid out
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| They get shot in their mouth
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| And some in the back
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| Trying to run from death
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| But death caught 'em slipping
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| Put his life in check
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| Who’s next? |
| It’s what the Reaper say
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| The Reaper say he ain’t come to play
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| That’s all day, is 'bout them evil ways
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| And wars all about
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| Hunting down you’re prey
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| The gun connect
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| Get him out of the station
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| From a dirty ass cop
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| That wanna go on vacation
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| So we sell’em to anybody
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| And now he got me
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| Letting off that shotty
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| Gang murders, they’ll make the news
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| It make the city look bad if the terrors new
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| Exactly, that’s what I mean
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| The shit I say is fuckin evil and mean
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| So be smart
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| When your ass out here
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| Cus nothings gonna change us situations are fierce
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| So check game
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| It’s more than rough in this
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| Get a good night sleep
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| Cus they’ll wake you by 6
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| And suffocate you, and try to break you
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| If you don’t say a word
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| These mothafuckers will hate you
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| A la verga
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| I’m the scarecrow
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| El Angel de la Muerte
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| With that platinum halo
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| If this is what war is all about
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| Ese vatos laid out
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| They get shot in their mouth
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| And some in the back
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| Trying to run from death
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| But death caught 'em slipping
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| Put his life in check
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| Who’s next? |
| It’s what the Reaper say
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| The Reaper say he ain’t come to play
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| That’s all day, is 'bout them evil ways
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| And wars all about
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| Hunting down you’re prey |