| Three young cats strapped with gats decided to ride out one night
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| The in-flight drug used to induce the hindsight was dust
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| The moonlight was robust but they couldn’t see the beauty in it
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| Their duty in it was to carry out another senseless killin
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| Senses and feelings distorted they boarded their vessel Nessel
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| Discreet in crotches and underneath seats they tuck heat
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| To complete the mission they had no decision in
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| No longer do they use our light and dark hues to create the vision in our towns
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| But now they red and blue override our brown skin
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| We’ve been conditioned to let off them rounds when we see another color rag
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| Or, hear another brother brag about what set he claimin
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| Poverty, drugs and poor education should be the target
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| But we won’t stay gamin that
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| We’ll kill and maim another cat like there’s no shame in that
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| Like there’s fame in that
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| We hang out them car windows and bust them slugs
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| In the name of genocide in disguise, so we don’t take blame for that
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| But if there’s honor amongst you thieves in life
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| Then what the fuck you hidin for?
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| Recognize your deed to trife and decide what the fuck you ridin for |