| Yo I’mma take it back to the old school like Red Dawn
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| And blow the fuck up like Lebanon
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| You ain’t my first or my second, you my thousandth born
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| And I put you on all that shit you on
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| The originator, kid, look what you done did
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| Snitched, told a fib, sent feds to the crib
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| I ain’t under arrest, I’m David Koresh
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| Bring a strap and a vest, send your mother my best
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| Bring all your big guns and your funeral clothes
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| Cause my rap’s gonna feel like six Wacos
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| Make a new set of laws and we’ll still break those
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| Get a new list of drugs, we will take those
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| Standing on the block in my b-boy pose
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| Nike sneakers on my feet and my wrist stay froze
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| Chilling on the corner in a b-boy stance
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| With a gun in my pants and some blood on my hands
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| (Slaine)
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| Once upon a time not too far in the past
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| When people said what they meant and
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| Lived life fast
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| There was a young man who was misled
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| By another
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| Motherfucker, this is what he said
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| Once upon a time less recently
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| I had to
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| Walk around with the piece with me
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| There was a young man who was misled
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| So
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| I put the gun to his head, this is what I said
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| (Ill Bill)
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| Dance with the Devil, conquer the planet with God
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| Swim with the sharks and transcend unbearable odds
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| Wrestle alligators, man-eaters, snakes, and gorillas
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| I catch a bullet in my teeth and spit it back you killer
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| I painted cathedrals with Michelangelo
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| Decorated the face of a nasty ho while the camcorder rolls
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| I’m a certified stunner surrounded by murderers
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| Tech 9 runners and pistol-packing homicide gunners
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| Coka Nostradamus, holy rollers exploding martyrs
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| We heat the block up hotter than molten lava
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| Realer than rock stars dying in bathtubs choking on vomit
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| I’m like a psychedelic drug that you open your mind with
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| My logo incite riots, cause oppressed nations to rise in defiance
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| Overthrowing any tyrant, any war machine, any shadow government structure
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| On a grassy knoll my guns and ammo will touch ya, fucka
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| Once upon a time not too far in the past
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| When people said what they meant and lived life fast
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| There was a young man who was misled
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| By another motherfucker, this is what he said
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| Once upon a time less recently
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| I had to walk around with the piece with me
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| There was a young man who was misled
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| So I put the gun to his head, this is what I said
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| (Slaine)
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| This is LCN, we ain’t for the faint of heart
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| We rearrange your teeth, leave your cheeks maimed with scars
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| C’mon man, you know your grind ain’t the same as ours
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| The only time you held nines was in a game of cards
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| And your crew is full of fags like a gang at Oz
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| I roll with strictly underdogs who overcame the odds
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| Pushers, villains, rap legends, hookers, and killers
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| This is for the lost angels and the Brooklyn guerillas
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| Boston stranglers, con artists, scammers, and thieves
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| We fuck porn stars right down to amateur freaks
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| I need a grand in my sneaks, gram of the leak, hand on my piece
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| Anything else is only bringing sand to the beach
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| I’m a bad motherfucker, that? |
| s why I rose above you
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| When you’re like me everybody loathes to love you
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| Say I might be the next one OD’d in a room
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| With an unreleased album and a seed in the womb
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| Once upon a time not too far in the past
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| When people said what they meant and lived life fast
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| There was a young man who was misled
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| By another motherfucker, this is what he said
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| Once upon a time less recently
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| I had to walk around with the piece with me
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| There was a young man who was misled
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| So I put the gun to his head, this is what I said |