| 1, 2, X is comin’for you
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| 3, 4, you better lock your door
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| 5, 6, get your crucifix
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| 7, 8, don’t stay up late
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| 1, 2, X is comin’for you
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| 3, 4, better lock your door
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| 5, 6, get your crucifix
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| 7, 8, don’t stay up late
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| Who’s afraid of the dark?
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| Responsible for the murders in the park
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| When I bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark
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| And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
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| Was replaced by nothin’for bluffin', what a waste
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| Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine
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| Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I’ma get you back
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| Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I took a loss
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| When all I did was shook it off
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| Yeah, you heard me, shook it off
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| Man, if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you
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| But then we in the streets, niggaz should haven been stuck you
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| Plucked you like a chicken wit’your head cutoff
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| They’ll find you wit’your back open and your legs cutoff
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| And as for your man, don’t you ever in your mutherfuckin’life
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| Know when I gotta gun come at me wit’a knife, a’ight?
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| And forgettin’you ever saw me is the best thing to do Don’t give a fuck about your family, they’ll be resting with you
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| You got yourself in a predicament, that you can’t get out of You already in some shit, but it’s about to get hotter
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| Fuckin’wit’a, nigga like you, runnin’your mouth
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| Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth
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| But won’t be like the last time when you run in the house
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| 'Cuz I ain’t knockin’on the door
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| I’m comin in the house and I’m gunnin’for your spouse
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| Tryin’to send the bitch back to her maker
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| And if you got a daughter older then 15, I’ma rape her
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| Take her on the living room floor, right there in front of you
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| Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do?
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| Frustratin', isn’t it? |
| When they kill me, but I’ma kill you
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| Now watch me fuck just a lil’while longer, please, will you?
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| This is revenge, no time before you die
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| And despite how much I hate to see a grown man cry
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| I’ma make you suffer, see your ass in hell, motherfucker
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| Click, BOOM, BOOM
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| See your ass in hell
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| When I speak you better listen
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| The harder it gets, the more follows
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| And I’m hittin''em wit’shit that they can’t all swallow
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| I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow
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| Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein’tomorrow
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| I will borrow a gun, then run 'til I catch you
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| Let you slip up, just once, then I’ma wet you
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| Stretch you out like a limousine
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| 'Cuz where I catch you is where I catch you
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| That’s what killin’means
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| Fuck whoever’s standin’there when you get what you got comin'
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| 'Cuz once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin'
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| Niggaz started somethin', but they chose not to finish it So I’ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cuz I’ma winner, shit
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| Fuck it yo, let’s end this shit, I don’t need the plaques
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| And I ain’t a DJ, nigga, so I don’t need the wax
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| Gimme slugs from my gats
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| Gimme hoods from my rats
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| Gimme wood from my bats
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| Then they meet where the fuck I’m at, for real
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| Chorus fade to kids voices
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| …late (echoed and faded to end) |