| Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em
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| I thought I told you
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| Never to trust nobody but us
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| Now the gats must bust
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| Malicious black viper venomous
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| There’s gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk
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| I know you hear me
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| Nigga talk
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| Nigga I’m weak-in, can’t move my mouth to speak-in
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| They caught me creepin
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| Deep in the hood peepin
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| Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in
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| But fucked up because my heart’s still beatin
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| I can’t sleep, thinkin how I’mma creep
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| Burners to squeeze but can’t get up to help my ememies
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| Psychopath, when the days of wrath
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| Resolve the conflict, I’mma lick who did it
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| And who da fuck was wit it
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| Till they dead covered blood red
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| Pumpin lead till them bastards ain’t got no head
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| The raw deal, bad era switched to terror
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| You could pray all day but still gone die anyway
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| When I come, I’m comin right
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| Fuck tip toein in the night
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| I tear’em up in broad daylight
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| Snakes too crudoo for you
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| Nigga catch deja vu
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| When I’m aimin my gat at you
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| It’s time ta make it happen
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| Fuck the yappin
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| I’mma, step the fuck up and start clappin
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| Double action
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| Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction
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| Clickin off reaction
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| All those robberies we breezed
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| Backed down DTs
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| Feelin the murder disease
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| Thou shall die when I catch |