| Stop, step back as I damage your brain
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| Heart have an attack but can ya take the pain
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| I’m going low so where ya gonna go
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| What are you gonna do?
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| Comin’from the stow you know
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| We’re comin' for true and
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| the mic is in my hand
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| just like a sawn off
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| boom boom bang
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| I’ll take your head off
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| don’t try to step to the stage
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| I’m in a rage
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| Cut you down to the floor and make the front page
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| Love ain’t nothing but mother fuckin’power
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| Kids on the corner gotta new role model
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| Rizzla called skins
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| Swigging lager from da bottle
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| Hanging out in stolen cars, behind bars
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| A year later
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| They’re out on the street
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| They’re selling drugs to get by
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| Peddling, pushing
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| call it what you will
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| They get high
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| some wanna kill
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| another life before it’s begun
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| You gotta warn ém quick before it’s done
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| Love ain’t nothing but mother fuckin’power
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| born with a spoon in your mouth
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| from your mother torn
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| They should have never pulled you out
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| I’m not flowin’with the flavour
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| That I gave ya for fun
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| I’m just explodin’on the microphone
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| Unloading like a gun
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| I’m like a demon devil rebel
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| with the level and the treble
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| never slowing or stopping
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| or dropping lines like a beginner
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| I’m a 12"boar today
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| and I can blow you away
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| Love ain’t nothing but mother fuckin’power. |