| 4-fever, 9 millimeter
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| ‘Dem a' want a heater ‘cuz the streets is finna heat up
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| Six million ways to die; |
| choose 10
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| And if he don’t die then he probably do ‘em again
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| From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
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| No respect for humanity, they resort to insanity
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| Head bang on the glass, call it window pain
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| Jumping out the window tryna' get my frame through the frame
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| Close range; |
| when he point, I just blank-out
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| Felt my heart sank when that bang thang rang out
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| Now you got yo thang out, you take life, you give it
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| You took his life away, but you gave yours up to system
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| No wanna listen, no reason for livin'
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| We bought the lie we can’t be forgiven for all our sinnin'
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| Killin' is the religion, service is in a prison
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| Ignorance got a slave and our name in the mentions
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| War, crime, violence should stop!
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| Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man
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| Squeeze bullet, pow-pow. |
| Body bag man.
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| No bother with no war. |
| No bother with no violence.
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| No bother with the six-feet-rest-in-peace silence
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| Grew up under Tupac: bible verse and two glocks
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| Say we ready to die, see a ghetto in the sky
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| Couldn’t be more wrong than right shoes on the left feet
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| Highway to hell and we fighting for the best seat
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| No heart, bullet’s got no name
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| Little boys wanna bang but ‘dem barely got a brain
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| ‘Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for nothin'
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| They rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hund’ed
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| They thinkin' that life is cheap but it’s expensive as ever
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| They’ll be sentenced to forever for them heartless endeavors
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| I try to tell ‘em (simmer down brethren), but they like whateva'
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| Too scared of being broke to think about being betta'
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| Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of bravado
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| You ain’t really a man if you don’t follow these models
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| But the weakest ones follow, the strong reconsider
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| You can forgive much if you understand you forgiven |