| O.n.s. |
| in this mother fucker
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| We got the plague in this mother fucker
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| The pentagon in this mother fucker
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| Around these blocks
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| You know these hot glocks
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| Cock till you drop
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| All you wanna-be cops
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| You dont wanna see shots
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| I beef deep with the police
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| Beat what the streets do to me
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| Actin all new to me Ill creep on you like puberty
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| You dont wanna see the bad image
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| Of this primace
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| From here to east crems
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| Through every state with a sentence
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| Frozen weight in a couther
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| Six plates to soup ya On due we always cruise
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| Right by the state troopers
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| When Im drinkin with sal
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| I start thinkin bout al Ricardi coverin my body
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| At the rink when I wow
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| I bag a hotty or two
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| This but a shotty for you
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| I got more bodies than drew
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| I drink mine naughty or new
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| Fuck your crew
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| This type of shit we do for a petty hobby
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| Fuck the whole world
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| This fatal dawg against everybody (its on)
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| Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard
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| Outlaw, outlaw, we rate these breaks
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| That shit we dont got be that shit we gotta take
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| Its the merciless x Like malcolm
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| Black as a falcon
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| How many shots I left depressed in your chest
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| I wasnt countin
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| But your back exploded (blaw!)
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| I episoded, with the weapon loaded
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| Let the next opponent
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| Get possessed with this merciless omen
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| The coldest crome to your dome
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| Sewn and holdin its own
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| Let the barrel announce my ferocity
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| Twist spacious velocities
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| For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity
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| Break you down microscopic
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| Only doctors see, what the topic be Drama through your armor
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| Bustin my two through your school of piranhas
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| My soldiers disapprove of your honor
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| We close captives, no conclusions
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| Let the revolver solve it Evolve in this evolution
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| We shootin and pollutin
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| Pass the heat
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| And let me wave it in the air (air)
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| Guns bust, cowards fall
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| Niggaz just dont care (care)
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| To my lord I swear
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| We aint never playin fair (fair)
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| On the streets you cant sleep
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| When the outlawz there
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| I know its rainin on your block nigga (nigga)
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| You cant quit it And youre prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga)
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| You shouldnt of did it On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death)
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| Still thuggin on the streets (yeah)
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| Cause we the last ones left
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| I take this thug shit seriously
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| Bought dirty gats with dope money
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| Atf cant fuck with me My soldiers be All there quiet
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| Im holdin my crotch
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| Sippin henne nigga
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| Youre life or youre not
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| Thug life my life
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| It dont stop
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| Its never too hot
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| And when I die I greet haze with glocks
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| Young crazy californians
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| Postin bout six in the mornin
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| On a quest to take the breath of my opponent
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| Them alls cant live
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| My cousins invite guns in they crib
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| Honey Im home
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| Now nigga youre gone
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| Your bitch sing them songs
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| Like baritones to the rollers
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| When I saw her, I dumped on her
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| Like I supposed to Now tell me whats funk without a mob year
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| And tell me whats a shrow without a witness
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| I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs
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| From c.a. |
| to n.j. |
| mac mall be outlaws
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| Vocally undestructible
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| Your crew aint got enough
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| To go clip to clip
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| When we shootin out on the strip
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| Cause Im untouchable
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| Ill blast your
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| Chest through your back with kastro
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| Oh you aint scared?
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| What the fuck you walkin so fast for?
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| Is you with me or against me Dont run up on me and tempt me To have your faggot ass bagged
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| Like a mother fuckin empty
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| And simply vengeance of dogs
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| We gets a real nigga
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| Let me borrow your bitch
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| And watch me go and chill with her
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| On a rise no lie
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| Go against me and die
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| Baby gated like a hive
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| On the side of me with a nine
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| Believe me This shit makes circumstances much more devious
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| My murderous material
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| Got shorties livin mischievous
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| Smokin em is the easiest
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| The hard part is dealin with the fact
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| That I made it through rap
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| And gotta go back to killin
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| Cause broke niggaz be illin
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| Wantin money for a shoot or somethin
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| But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin
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| Yeah, we doubt yall cause we outlaws
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| You better know breakin it all
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| Tappin your pocket and your jaw
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| In one swing nigga
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| Merciless x, fatal hussein, nigga
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| This aint no game
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| We re-arrange your whole frame
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| Word is born, all yall niggaz better maintain
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| I leave a chain of blood stains
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| Represent, never hesitant
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| All we out for is fuckin dead presidents
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| What? |
| hah, what? |
| yeah, it aint hard to find
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| Out with nicco storm and its on Droppin bombs like vietnam
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| What you niggaz want?
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| Fatal hussein all seven
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| You niggaz better know we pledgin
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| And thats my word, pentagon
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| And Im in this on |