| It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared
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| By the establishment, it changed the course of the world"
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| (SLEJ)
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| Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back
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| You know where you at? |
| You in urban combat
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| So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert
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| Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts
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| Your casuality rate is high, I’m closin in
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| Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye
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| Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon
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| Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons
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| You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle
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| Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle
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| I can’t stand a snitch, a switch real bitch
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| I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips
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| Now its on, on site, if I see you I’mma sin ya
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| If I catch you in traffic I’mma gift ya somethin in ya
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| Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
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| I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight
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| My advesaries feel fright, his last sight
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| Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike
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| From the same place twice, I have your head on my death
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| 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted
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| «The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph
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| And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade
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| Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast
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| Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem»
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| (Laquan)
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| Thick’s ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse
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| And low from the exchange, psycho derranged
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| Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main
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| I’m top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle
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| I zip duffle bags to muffle fags
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| Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggas that think that they runnin shit
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| They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath
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| Aftermath, at least the guns in shit
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| Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth
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| Mix things with daughters with men
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| Since poured from birth the worth for the others
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| Go to war with my brothers
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| I’m unstable like Kane did to Abel
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| I’m out the stable sinnin from the beginnin
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| Leavin daddy’s little girl pretty linen bloody red
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| What’s said in the book of dead is now all forgotten
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| My soul’s rotten, still the blood’s spilled I feel
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| Chills, I’m still plottin, I’m ill-norm
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| Take life forms like light storms I laugh at the wrath
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| Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen
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| The question is now, am I unforgiven?
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| «Legends tells that the creator of this poison’s name was Ice
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| Although, others have told different stories, no matter
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| Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever
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| Damned to Hell»
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| (Ice T)
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| Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave ya nutless
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| Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope
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| Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and media
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| Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit
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| Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no discussion
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| No stoppin its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips
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| Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don’t matter cats scatter
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| Suckas get touched, niggas get rushed
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| Watch em transform into animal form, wicked Hell-born
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| Lord of the Flies, cry and ya die
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| Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel
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| All angles covered for you fuckin God lovers
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| Possession, good suggestion run cuddle your funds
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| Double your guns, watch your kids grow, stay out my flow
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| Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind
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| Seven sins, the abomination, I’m
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| That nigga, last nigga, street mack
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| Hot is my strap, wet is your back
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| Understand I never forgive, leavin bodies like seive
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| Clap gats til my fuckin shit’s clipless
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| Niggas bear witness
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| «Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men
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| From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now
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| Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me» |