| Lord, forgive me for my sins
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| Even though I strayed another path, yeah I did it
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| Thats the way it is, yeah
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| Brothers and sisters, I guess I’ll see you on the other side, in the new world
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| New World Order, that is
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| Until then… haha
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| Now when the smoke clears, nothin left but death and destruction
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| Apocalyptic scriptures hit’cha, when my beat is gushin
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| Mental concussion, information got me reachin the masses
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| Just listen, learn, it’s my turn; |
| Givin lyrical classes
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| Picture the sea, limousines full of nothin but killers
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| Gorilla pimpin, with no feelins, yellin «Fuck the system!»
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| I breaks my brothers out of hell, jail, cells and shots
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| Ready now for Aramageddon, firin or not?
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| Dictators contradict they own lives, hide the truth
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| How you want? |
| Buck, my troops, cause my records they shoot, quick bitch!
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| Then witness it, I hope you feel it
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| Just come on with me
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| Wanna be it more than this label, just like 2Pac and Biggie
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| You can paint my lyrical vocals to the piracy boulder
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| Annihilating you bustas, real niggas stay focused
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| I’m crucifying you bitches who wanna plot on my riches
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| Paper chasin, fuck 'em, leave 'em, cause they all suspicious
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| (Outro)
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| Ain’t no bitch in my blood, nigga nothin but thug
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| We at the point of no return
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| Ain’t no bitch in my blood, nigga nothin but thug
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| We at the point of no return
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| Ain’t no bitch in my blood, nigga nothin but thug
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| We at the point of no return
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| Ain’t no bitch in my blood, nigga nothin but thug
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| We at the point of no return |