| There’s nowhere to run to, when death becomes you
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| Some say you soul may burn in the flame
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| Can front if you want too, but niggaz who merk you
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| Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
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| You a rider right?, down to ride tonight?
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| Nigga you gone ride or you gone die tonight
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| Nigga cock the steele, it’s kill or be killed
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| Nigga shit is real in the field
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| What’s the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth?
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| Will you lay down and cry? |
| Will you stand up and die?
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| Like the man that I am
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| I’m a legend in the town, now
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| Since your all gangstad up let’s get the fuck down
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| Big Bill Danz and I’m reppin for buck town
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| Niggaz see me dummin, I’m coming clutching the pound
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| Don’t worry bout my whereabouts, we air 'em out clear 'em out
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| The pressures on now, you need to get your hammers out
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| You too tough nigga, you done wrap it up Brownsville
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| Fif put in the call, we ready to brawl with every one of you all
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| You got these young niggaz hollering'
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| Copper tops on my block, like
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| Niggaz don’t give a fuck
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| I seen a nigga shoot my moms
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| Right in front of my motherfucking face
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| See in the? |
| Ville'ain't no such thing as a stray bullet
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| When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs ain’t never out of season
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| All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
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| Blood stains on the cement
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| Same place he stood, that’s were you leave em'
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| And don’t back it out unless your squeezing off with your gun
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| Cause you gone get your punk ass robbed for your gun
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| You know the drill
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| I’m a give your ass 3 seconds to bounce
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| And you better not jog, nigga run
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| Fuck that, Dumb bitch, rest in piss |