| This is how it’s goin down
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| Mechanic MO-Town
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| So sleazy it ain’t easy
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| Being cheesy
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| Use to be my boo-boo
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| Now ya just dodo
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| Milky brown like a yoo-hoo
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| Once upon a time did a crime in America
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| With the 17 shot glock Austria
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| Plus crush burn a hole in my knee fashion
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| Blaze it peddle to the metal mash it Now 7 in my elli helly
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| Picked up another bitch straight to the tele
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| Bitch did me right soft like a pele
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| Plus hush crush sticky green of the smelly
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| Straight bombin on niggas like an Israeli
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| Rarely playin this game while I fairly
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| Merrily merrily life is but a dream
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| In my night here my boat row down the bloody stream
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| Infer-red beams follow me wherever I go At night close my eyes 20 bodies to grow
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| Triple snakes got me wishin I was home
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| This is the East Side hellhole
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| That’s where I represent
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| Bloody money got my life on funny shit
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| Startin
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| Niggas go crazy like Martin
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| I’m out my mind in this bitch on the day
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| For the dog lookin at me foamin at the mouth with rabies
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| I got a message for the thugs
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| Gettin pug
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| Get your grave dug
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| Get your bloody body drug
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| All title this
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| Suicidal is With the chrome and my fist
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| I don’t miss
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| It’s the E to the S to the H-A-M
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| And I heard you tellin somebody you was hatin him
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| But the simple fact is you can’t relate to them
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| Niggas cash come quicker than an A-T-M
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| Way too grim
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| Bitch get smacked with the tech 9
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| When I holla out real life plus respect mine
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| Crime is life, and life is crime
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| But what will life be without a real life rhyme
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| Niggas Ahead Time And Space
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| Can’t be erased
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| Or replaced
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| With more shit that face dead body after dead body
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| Case after case
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| Still keep the tulle tucked down in my waist
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| For the radio disc jock I might pop
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| 17 weeks till ya might fall off the chart
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| Cause I truly gots no hearts
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| King of hearts
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| King of hearts
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| (Violin playing) |