| I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face
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| Close range sawed off shotgun bust
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| I never trust, it’s a must you ain’t down with us
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| From Gotham to Metropolis, nigga ain’t no stoppin' us
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| Suicidal tendencies for all my enemies
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| From aggravated assault, insurance is no fault
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| U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder’s my alibi
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| Sodem eyes your trick and make ya recognize bitch
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| So flesh is ridiculous, mercilous, meticulous
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| Some back in New York and Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
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| A homicidal vital recital, Esham’s my title
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| From sacks of heroin packs, I went suicidal
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| From symptoms of insanity slowly slippin' insane
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| Doin' 100 in my 850 in the rain
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| And I got retaliation on the brain
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| Retaliations a must, when I bust
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| Who the fuck can we trust?
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| For all you niggaz that ain’t down
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| With the Reel Life Product
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| No time to contemplate I’m grabbin' an AK
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| Niggaz in your hood screamin' out mayday
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| It’s that killa Mobaddess
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| Kickin' you niggaz and hoes, cause to me you on the same status
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| A round after rants, come get your head splattered
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| That’s why in Detroit they call me Mobaddess
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| Nigga cap blow, let that weed grow
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| Don’t let 'cha be caught ridin' through the wrong hood
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| Cause bitch we evil
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| I rained on a million people, drowned the world in my shit
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| Blaze the blunt, and shoot blow this motherfucker to bits
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| Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
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| Dump that bitch in the river it don’t matter
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| Still make moves on the street and don’t stop
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| Still got the connects for the guns and crack pots
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| Niggaz hate |