| Contraband
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| Meaning: goods that have been imported or exported illegally
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| Synonyms: smuggle, black market, bootleg or under-the-counter
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| This is that illegal dope shit we’ve been banned for
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| Click click, picture records
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| Selfie stick, filter of course
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| Healthy choice, fix a divorce
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| Donkey kick, bitch I’m the horse
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| Piss on the walls of the court house
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| Wooh wooh wooh, let the dogs out
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| Fallout, blackout, call out war
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| Shit you never heard before
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| What’s more we taking this shit to ridiculous heights
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| And I’m never a quitter, I fight for my life
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| You can call me whatever, I do what I like
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| (But you can’t talk no more) when you head is on ice
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| See, my mind not quite right
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| Been dealing with the devil all my life
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| Now I’ma stay a rebel till the day that I die
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| I knock you out clean 'fore the day that I die
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| Wasteline with the Persian plates
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| Spread it like a vermin plane
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| Turn the page, early stage
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| Safe to say we got a murder case
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| Yeah, turn to steak, oh scorpion
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| Now I’ma burn your face, earn your place
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| You gon' learn one way
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| Words like a dagger stabbin' the way
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| better get out the way
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| Cage then, casing around
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| What’s that sound?
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| T-Rex shakin' the ground
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| Taking them out real steady
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| Goons in the back still ready
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| Yo, fetch my machete, swinging and singing
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| And jelly
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| My niggas is sinning like Ed, Edd 'n Eddy
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| Looking for Gucci got niggas as petty
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| I’m looking for beasts that are heavy like shit
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| This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro
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| Keep your rewards and your late-night show
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| Stick it where the sun don’t shine, bitch
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| This is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro
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| Keep your rewards and your late-night show
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| I’ma keep it real till I die, bitch
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| It’s all bullshit, folks
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| It’s all bullshit and it’s bad for you
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| Now, you wouldn’t know it
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| The radio can suck my dick
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| They ain’t givin' us stayin' on playin' on tracks
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| Like we ain’t got a bunch of hits
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| If you ain’t givin' me a pass, I don’t give a rat’s ass
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| They judge the book 'cause we ain’t on the same page
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| Fuck yo plugs, still on the main stage
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| Came with a bag full of contraband
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| D.O.D. |
| Army across the land
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| We across the globe, we lost the hope
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| Your mission is impossible, stop the noble
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| Walkin' like the maffia, we cock and load
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| And rushin' like a razzia we trap 'em all
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| It’s time for a new age, new ways written, niggas
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| Like a true faith, born to do
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| with a full break
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| We got a noose for your neck (Saddam Hussein)
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| We came, we saw, we conquered
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| Insane, no accent in concert
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| As we take control, true to the game
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| You know the name, that’s why
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| This is not for the radio |