| We send 'em on their way home, then when it’s after dark
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| We tear your city and your heart apart, who gets the last of laughs?
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| It ain’t safe when we roam, you better understand
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| You’ll never take me out, you need another plan
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| Ayo, I took a little break but now I’m back, for goodness sake
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| Hello welcome to my city where the crackheads still awake
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| Hitting ninty on the freeway, I ain’t 'bout to hit the break
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| No style, no steez, all you rappers do is hate
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| Step away, boy, I burn you up, girl, I turn you up
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| I’m the man at the moment so they’re gettin' mad as fuck
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| One day I’ma pull up in a ghost white Bentley
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| Feeling on the edge, homie, don’t try test me
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| Boy, you’re full of nothing and your whole style’s empty
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| Smooth like an animal, move like Messi
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| Once I get rich, boy, I’m never going back again
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| Oh, you’re surprised that I’m black and I’m African?
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| Yeah, you ain’t ever seen a blacker man
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| Don’t get happy, I would tell you if you had a chance
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| Don’t act gentle, no that’s rental
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| Yeah, you can rap just don’t act special
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| Making cash through this way’s funny
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| Get addicted once you make money
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| It’s all love, no hate, buddy, no, I don’t know Hugo
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| Best step back, 'cause I don’t know you though
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| We send ‘em on their way home, 'cause when the lights go out
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| We’re running that, double trouble, don’t even need to run in packs
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| It ain’t safe when we roam, and they can’t fuck with that
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| Made 'em deaf after they our thunder clap, ain’t no coming back
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| You ain’t bringing it vicious like we do
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| Call the troops meet at midnight, this mission, we need you
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| Work under the glow of the moon, we don’t stop till it reach noon
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| This is bootcamp, fix your shirt, fucko, lace up your boots
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| We put them in their place if they move, they wouldn’t last a day in our shoes
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| They’ve been left for dead, second best when we step, they’re facing their muse
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| And to the wrong god that they pray that I loose to ain’t a screw loose
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| That could do what I do to ‘em till they get the blues clues
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| But most the time it’s who’s who? |
| New dudes I refuse to
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| Lose to, them at what I was born to do, so move
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| No sit back and relax, I think I ran outta chill
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| Ain’t laying back till we snap on 'em and we’re stacking the bill
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| We run the map for a mill, then we’re coming back for your meal
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| All of your rations we steal, remorse don’t have when we kill it
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| Ain’t chasing massive appeal but I leave a planet instilled
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| With the fear I’m bringing near your city and madness I spill
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| It’s havoc when I ravage you savages, damage at will
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| A threat, assassin who’ll act on smacking the fat out your grill
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| Blast it like cannons when I rap, a knack to attack with no frills
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| So stay indoors, 'cause in my city we don’t have any guilt |