| These young boys with dreams of taking my crown
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| I can’t have 'em
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| They got wild imaginations
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| I’m something they can’t fathom
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| Something too true or ankle killing
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| From a .22 in the boot of a villain
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| Who’s doper than whoever you were
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| I’m doper than a whore shooting dope in the sewer
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| The whole city built on piss and floating manure
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| That travels in pipes, train stations and scavenger types
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| You can get your shit took and stabbed with a knife
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| By a lick, crook, a quick jab and big hook
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| These sick fags trying to find out where I live, look
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| I got a crew of goons looming larger than Bigfoot
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| To fuck you up and throw human parts in a pickup
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| Truck come, a sick fuck, since I made six bucks
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| And now I’m all papered out and getting my dick sucked
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| With power, now you cowards get your tummy stitched up
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| I’m larger than life, who the fuck are you prick?
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| I got an 8-Ball, beat you with a pool stick!
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| I walk in the dark, the burglar at night
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| This is the realest shit you heard in your life, aight?
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| Young amateurs play themselves
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| Making mistakes, they young shooters
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| Dude stay in your lane, youngsta
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| I’ll give you a young funeral
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| And no funeral home, if these walls could talk
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| They’d paint a picture of the aftermath of wars are sparked
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| Doors are locked, coffins lowered deep into the ground
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| Shovels and dirt shift while families weeping to the sound
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| But the world keeps turning and the plot thickens
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| Street Robin Hoods are earning and the cops are bitches
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| Another day, another million dollars
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| Another soldier sent home a crippled father
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| In the war with religious martyrs
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| Overseas concerts shocking all like senseless bombings
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| My hood soldiers be on your momma’s block with pistols popping
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| It’s a vicious cycle of horrible events
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| It gets worse, you try to kill me, I’ll body you instead
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| Learn the hard way, lose your life fucking with real goons
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| You dudes better smarten up real soon! |