| Yo, follow me as we proceed through these old streets
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| Where the cold breeze blows so deep, bodies dropping off like old leaves
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| Road so greez, said theres no peace
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| Only pussyo and co-dees co-dees old
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| So we dont grin and we dont show teeth, loan sharks’ll tear apart your whole
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| team
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| I put fear into the heart, when i appear out of the dark in balaclav,
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| disappear into the smoke screens
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| No screams. |
| all they hear is the whistle from a missile 'fore it tears out
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| your whole spleen
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| Watch your peeps get cold feet, clear out like no speech soon as man draw for
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| the chrome piece
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| So pussyo hold these. |
| like six slugs to your dome piece, leave your slumped
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| over like a dope fiend
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| As time procees, i try to smoke weed and move at a slow speed but i can feel my
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| soul freeze
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Trust, and its death, murder, more screams
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| Trust its been foreseen
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| Visualise that four screens, raw teens, fourteen, four-five leave your jaw-side
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| looking more lean
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| Theres snort fiends for morphine
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| Reminds me of an old scene, the old g’s sticking youngers for their o. |
| z's
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| Road so greeze like the strikes when the chrome squeeze
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| Lift you off your feet so high you get a nose bleed
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| Man are like 'pussyo, you know me, my whole team, my codee roll deep without
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| choong or road cheese'
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| Still its grim on these old streets
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| Find them on their ones tryna stitch man up like old jeans
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| So it seems, the only way to get doe is no agreement
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| If its for your pro-a-ceeds, go and get your doe indeed
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| I fly through the streets
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| Keeping my eyes on the prize, and the third eye on the beats
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| While they got their eyes on my p’s
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| I throw it on repeat then I ride to a beat
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| Or for arjen’s haze, I spark and blaze
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| Then cop the path ways through the darkest maze
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| I does this, never been a passing phase
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| 'nough man are comic book characters
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| All they need is a mask and cape
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| Try know my rap lines are arsenic base
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| That will get man a yard with a parking space
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| I’m so critical with the lyrical
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| I’ll make these little fools seem minuscule
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| C-a-p line dot t-o, don’t come against me cause I eat ego’s
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| Im evolved, the minds speed’s wetter than evo
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too
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| Gotta work hard to make it, cause you can get it too
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| Dont fuck about, cause you can get it too |