| Shades on my face, DCs on my feet
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| Walkin' through the dirt 'cause there’s disease in the streets
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| Get it up, get a little bit of toxic fumes
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| In the middle of clot that’s doomed
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| Fiddle with a riddle, watch it boom!
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| In a sizzle on whatever block you choose
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| Droppin' off bombs in the shopping mall
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| Takin' out the excess mess, yes let’s get it poppin' y’all
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| Am I fazed by them? |
| Not at all
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| 'Cause haters don’t know dick
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| If they don’t posses the cock and balls
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| This is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya
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| Hold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya
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| If you’ve been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up
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| Bottom feeding fucks probably stuck with Chlamydia
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| I’ve been seeing a trend from beginning to end
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| Better tell your friend
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| Gon' be sucking a benz and then stem and
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| Send this letter that I’m writing with a strangers pen
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| They trippin' acid if they think they gettin' me muzzled
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| Cobra Kai sweep them high and watch their fuckin' knees buckle
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| Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
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| Load 'em up and let’s go riding through the badlands
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| It’s the beginning but it’s feelin' like the last stand
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| That’s why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans
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| 'Cause it’s about to go
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| Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| It’s goin' down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| I hate your guts, good morning, how you doin'?
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| This everyday, that’s how we fucking do it
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| I’m- I’m out the door, if not we both movin'
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| That bullshit that you’re talking’s foreign
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| I’m not fluent, how do these fakes do it?
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| This shit ain’t natural, if you are from the future
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| Then where’s your capsule? |
| Bastard
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| I finally mastered and plaster-casted the name
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| My moments runnin' much faster so thinking about’s a waste
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| Face-plant, she in my lap, digging for some more cash
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| Sinking deeper than that, hoping to raise up her stats
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| You fuckers bending facts, you never did all that
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| You never took over cities and grinded with the axe
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| Nothing but stray cats scratching each other’s backs
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| Scratching the surface of the glass house, where you at
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| Y’all just some mice and now this my licence to ill
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| It’s going to be fight or flight when they lighting up that still
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| Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
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| Load 'em up and let’s go riding through the badlands
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| It’s the beginning but it’s feelin' like the last stand
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| That’s why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans
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| 'Cause it’s about to go
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| Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| It’s goin' down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| If we’re summoned then we’re gunning
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| Thirty round drum and now you’re done in
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| It’ll be stunning when we come in
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| When you front is when we runnin'
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| Do you Soowoo? |
| Do B-lue? |
| Who crew you choose?
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| I don’t give a damn about the color in the shoes
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| Only how many real niggas I can use
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| When the demons get to fiendin'
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| White wings on the king has been steaming
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| Cause of green everything is really mean and
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| Lusting for the cleaning
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| Are the angels, bang hell 'til the motherfuckers became frail
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| Can’t tell you’re the mane, your reign fell
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| Find the witches, dine the wicked, tryin' to get it
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| If rhymin' is this kinda cryptic, slime to dismiss, I’m acidic
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| Bismillah, in a minute, voilà, you’ll be in darkened days
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| Where the people don’t ride Maybachs, they packin' sparkin' K’s
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| I’m talkin' 'bout you uppity niggas, I been around that for years
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| I’m the righteous, nicest life but’ll fight and the killer right here
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| Down with your mad clan, bow, kiss your dad’s hand
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| I-X my flesh, now get your last brand
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| Call me a mad man, and I welcome you into my badland, huh
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| Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
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| Load 'em up and let’s go riding through the badlands
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| It’s the beginning but it’s feelin' like the last stand
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| That’s why we lighting up the tires and the gas cans
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| 'Cause it’s about to go
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| Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| It’s goin' down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down |