| Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
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| Wreckin the deck, you’ll regret if you cross punk
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| Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
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| Dialing you in, I got your face in my crosshairs
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| Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don’t care
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| Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
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| I’m the Lethal Weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
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| If you’re in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
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| Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom
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| Mission that’s to cure all punks as I bust caps
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| Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps
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| You try to run, that makes it even more fun
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| I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun
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| Cops try to flex. |
| but guns they’ll never find.
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| My Lethal Weapon’s my mind!
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| An assassinator, if the people ain’t steppin
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| You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips
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| You think I’m finished — I load another clip
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| Look in my face, I crack an evil grin
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| Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
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| Sucker MC’s, you ain’t down with the Syndicate
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| Try to kick game, but end up talkin weak shit, yo
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| You’re weak, you’re wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
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| Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
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| Get out my face, I’m tired of the press too
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| You write about me, I write about you
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| You think I’m violent, but listen and you will find.
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| My Lethal Weapon’s my mind!
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| An assassinator, if the people ain’t steppin
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| Up against the wall — it’s Valentine’s Day
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| The Massacre’s about due for a replay
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| I’m about to explode — like a hand grenade
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| Evil E do damage on the crossfade
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| Cuts like a battleaxe
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| You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
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| Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
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| You beg for mercy as you read the hand you’re dealt
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| Cause there’s no let up, you walked into a set up
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| It’s suckin you down and now you can’t get up
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| Why because you froze the moment we met up
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| And I never run punk, I go head up
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| I ain’t no fool and new jack poppin fake rap
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| I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept
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| Many rappers sell-out pop and other MC’s slept
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| I ain’t in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step
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| Cause if you cross the boss, you go to bed quick
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| Know my situation boy, don’t diss the Syndicate
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| Cause when we chose to move, you’re gone
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| And no remains they’ll find.
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| My Lethal Weapon’s my mind!
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| An assassinator, if the people ain’t steppin
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| More bodies than John Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying
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| Just open any book, that’s ammo to the brain
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| What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained
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| Some would say genius, while others would say insane
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| The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page
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| From Martin Luther’s «dream», to Hitler’s psycho rage
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| What’s more powerful — the brain or a twelve gauge?
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| The words I speak have scared many people to this stage
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| But promote violence, I really have to disagree
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| It’s entertainment, like «Terminator» on TV
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| But some’ll never see, you’re stupid ignorant and blind
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| The Lethal Weapon’s the mind!
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| A lethal weapon.
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| An assassinator, if the people ain’t steppin
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| The mind.
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| Think!
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| The mind.
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| YouknowhatI’msayin?
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| I got my jammy with me at all times, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| They can’t take this one thing away from me
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| That’s got more power, than any gun in the world, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| I’m talkin bout brain power homeboy
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| They can’t mess with me cause I’m too smart for them out there
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| YouknowhatI’msayin? |
| Fully strapped, always packed
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| Go to the library and get some more ammo, youknowhatI’msayin? |