| It was a war between us and them
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| The fuse was ignited throughout the world
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| And it couldn’t be put out
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| Mass murderin' throughout the street blocks and neighborhoods
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| Somebody had to become a victim
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| An example, to let y’all bitch niggas know that we wasn’t for play
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| And the story goes —
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| We come out the bushes, aim and shoot
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| Takin' niggas out who disrespect the crew
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| Boom, boom, boom, the automatic tools spit out
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| Usin' rounds and ammos, blowin' niggas brains out
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| Payback for what you did to my cousin
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| Swerve in a bucket, dumpin' on niggas that started duckin'
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| I smoke a stick, then get back to the lynchin'
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| Premeditating on niggas, I love squeezin' the trigger
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| Yeah, I’m weird it ain’t no shame to my game
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| You’ll get your pain close range, six feet in the grave
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| On the news I read «shot in the head», front page
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| Niggas got shot and blasted with the 12-gauge
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| So again and again let the murders begin
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| Trends and bodies found unloaded with ten
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| Wrapped up with niggas, catchin' the heat, caught in the street
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| Late night creeped out for somethin' to eat
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| Right before my eyes he died, scrap aside
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| Grabbed his burger and fries and disappeared in the night
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| Dat Nigga Daz traveled the world for all my doggs
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| I shall not forget about y’all until I fall.
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| 2Pac and Biggie was fallen soldiers
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| Of this war that we are fightin' here in the 2000
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| So we are faced with danger
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| Scandalous niggas and bitches
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| Baby mamas and trader-ass homeboys
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| Who plottin' to make a deal with the devil
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| To assassinate us and our character
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| And act like you are homeboy.
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| But no evil shall come near me or my people or my dwellings.
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| So though shall die by the laws of the street
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| My murder method’s untouchable, got a few niggas to touch your soul
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| From the gate, I never ever did trust your crew
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| You just a snake in the grass on that ass
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| I’ll pull the trigger back and blast all over that ass
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| Get a call from my niggas, your person talkin' to my nigga
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| Enclosed plottin' or killin' a bitch ass nigga
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| Then shake you full of holes and no one knows
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| Barely alive, but eventually that nigga died
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| A ten year fued, this is what we breathe and what we live for
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| Honor and respect from the door
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| We hardcore, rough, rugged and dangerous
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| Stay smokin' our weed, sherm and angeldust
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| It’s just us, don’t ever forget it
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| We down with it to the bone
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| (And once again it’s back on)
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| I’ll get domed without seein' battle or bein' battled
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| I’m posted, strapped with a million volts
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| Electricutin' they ass and knock 'em off
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| That’s for thinkin' we soft, we plottin' the boss
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| (And everything in this world has a cost)
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| In this game nobody wins so a nigga just lost
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| Catchin' them bitch ass niggas slippin'
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| Rollin' through they neighborhood (right, right)
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| Lookin' at them sucka ass niggas while we dump on them
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| BOOM!
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| Bullets goin' through car doors, screens, neighborhoods, and everywhere
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| Who shall I fear? |
| — no one
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| It’s time to get rid of you you bitch ass nigga, your time is comin'
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| Puttin' all y’all niggas six feet in the dirt
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| Blue rags, stolen cars with no tag we get away in
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| (Sprayin' it up to let you know we ain’t playin')
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| Prayin' for an oppurtunity — soon to be your last
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| (When you double-cross Daz I’ll put a foot in your ass)
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| Lessons taught by the one that played me out
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| (For the fame and the clout we got to take you out)
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| I can’t be stopped by the fed or the cops
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| (No matter what these niggas talkin' 'bout one way they all get shot)
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| Yiggy yep, made an example, beaten and trampled
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| (It's all for the money, that’s all that I’m out for)
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| You’ll get filled full of lead, a closed mouth’ll get fed
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| (No matter what you said you’ll get a bullet in your head, HA HA)
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| That’s all I’m sayin'
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| It’s overl, done for
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| It’s time to put all y’all niggas to rest
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| Don’t sleep nigga
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| EVERYBODY DIES NIGGA! |
| EVERYBODY DIES!
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| HA HAAAAAA. |