| We come guns blazing like the young sons of Satan
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| Some occasions gun play comes into the equations
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| Gotta keep the chrome for home invasions and break-ins
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| Go to your location with no notification
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| Quick to pick up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top
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| Kill the kids, too little too big to adopt
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| Got a whole lot of lost souls, pick of the crop
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| Ain’t playing the oldies when you hear the click and the pop
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| It’s nothing but ice in my veins, the devil has a mic in my brain
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| Has a lot of good advice to retain
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| What’s not to like about the guy who had Christ slain?
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| I don’t have the right to gripe and complain
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| I have to hide the remains, I have to get Tide for the stains
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| I have to buy ties that can bind and restrain
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| I have to find lives to attain
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| I’m looking for a homicide, offering a ride from the rain
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| Yo buscare el camino hacia ti, yo buscare el camino a tu amor
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| All you motherfuckers days is numbered
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| Attack the winter and I slay the summer
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| Pressure bust pipes god, I don’t pay the plumber
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| Y’all don’t put me to sleep, it’s more of a state of slumber
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| Pimp shit, smash skins like your favourite drummer
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| I’m a shooter and a shooter do what a shooter please
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| A history of the broken land of the Sudanese
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| I spit a verse and a motherfucking computer freeze
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| The right hand is a bomb, it’ll cost you two MCs
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| It’s suicide rapper you can hang from Judas trees
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| We destroy and rebuild while y’all just shoot the breeze
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| Me and Buddha are separated by two degrees
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| The army gear is military and the boots are trees
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| The kevlar isn’t a problem, I’ll just shoot his knees
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| I rock a Panerai watch, y’all are boosting tees
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| Dirty money on the block, I recoup with ease
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| Y’all can’t afford a sixteen, I’m charging stupid fees |