| Murder just a part of it. |
| I can see the art in it
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| I can see the pain and the fallen angel in all of it
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| You a shell of your former self and that’s unfortunate
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| Artillery is heavy and ammunition inordinate
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| I would never start a fucking war that wasn’t warranted
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| Bullets flying back and forth at you like it’s an argument
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| I’m up to here in shit; |
| it’s either shovel it or walk in it
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| Doesn’t go away just cause you choosing not to talk of it
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| I don’t even rhyme over a beat: I fucking torture it
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| Like taking a butterfly and ripping the wings off of it
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| There’s drama, mother-fucker, then I’mma be at the heart of it
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| Take his fucking head and demolish it
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| I’m on some shit
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| Mississippi,, all of it
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| You a sweet; |
| lighter than a
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| «Straight up and down, you don’t want no conflict»
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| «I draw first blood. |
| It’s over with and that’s that»
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| «Cause I’mma send you home with your mother-fucking teeth missing»
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| «Was the worst slaughter. |
| There was poison in the birth water»
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| You mother-fuckers ain’t cut like that
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| Have your whole fam wondering where they loved one at
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| And the po-9 wondering where they suspect at
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| I ain’t doing five bullets, money, fuck that rap
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| I will cut that cat; |
| I will put him in the ambulance
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| Bullets from the automatic make 'em do the hammer dance
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| You a lost cause: mother-fucker never had a chance
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| Pazienza rhyme like a mother-fucking avalanche
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| I’mma let this big Colt-4−5 rip off
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| And lift a mother-fucker off his feet like a tip-off
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| Son got mangled cause he was starting to lip off
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| I hit him till his shoulders touched back like a kick-off
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| I talked a lot of shit for years and dumbed out
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| But that’s why we have two ears and one mouth
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| Nowadays, most of my peers has run out
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| And that’s why ghosts appear at Sun House |