| When I walk motherfucker,
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| My uzi weighs a ton,
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| When I talk motherfucker uzi weights a ton
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| When I walk motherfucker (my uzi weighs a ton)
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| Never will I resign I’m a soldier for life
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| I’m masterin my circumference controlling the mic
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| Behold the light (bring)
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| Some niggas die for they ice
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| See I’ll part with the chain
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| But I’m a die for the christ
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| This time I baptise with fire
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| Roll with a thousand soldiers like jeremiah
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| Call me sire
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| Hitman for hire
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| Show me the money like J Mcguire
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| Build my empire in the midst of the fire
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| Voodoo men say that I am I’m a stumbling stone
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| I’m never too far from home cause the earths my throne
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| I’m the king supreme superb out the third ya heard
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| Magnolia made me a soldier throwin dice on the curb
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| Crucified me the first day I’m rockin ice on the third
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| Burning circles on hood corners rockin mics and them birds
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| I got my hard hat my work gloves I’m ready to rock
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| So beware of this heavy hardware we steady to drop
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| Bring seven mcs put em in a line
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| Go get seven other cornballs who think they can rhyme
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| Itll take seven more befo I go for mine
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| That’s twelve sucka niggas with a gash in they perm
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| Plus nine other motherfuckers draft to get burned
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| It’s a horrible lesson indeed but has to get learned
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| It’s the new world order
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| We kidnapped rap and took us south of the border
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| While cats rock three-sixty waves white tees girbauds and diodoras
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| Young guns is raised in the little shop of horror
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| When drama get to poppin and the shit get outta order
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| The choppersll chop a hole up in the door of your explorer
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| The coppersll pop a hole up in the door of your aurora
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| Watchers, dime dropper to copper sing em a story
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| Niggas is shiesty, in the land where they trill with it
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| Stress is a motherfucker man nigga deal with it
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| When I gave me some sweet advice, uh huh
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| He came like a man with it
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| Took it and ran with it
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| I’m a turn the rap game to the summer of sam with it
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| If anybody asks tell em the son of man did it
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| That’s right you know my name I got the devil on the run
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| Why, cause my mother fuckin uzi weighs a ton
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| And I’m squeezin on you fuckers with the mic in my hands
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| Thatll leave terrorizing rappers from detroit to japan… |