| HAHA motherfuckas
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| Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
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| And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
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| For all your motherfuckin' ass’s
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| We got Mr. Shadow, Mr. Lil One
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| Hittman, the homeboy ??
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| Vicious Man Funk up in the CUT
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| And we coming at your ass’s
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| With the Triple 6 wicked ass shit
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| — Verse 1
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| I got you looking out the window
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| POW you here the noise of my squad as we enter
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| We blew up your sector the hector of the one is who you’re talking to
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| You better look me in my eyes or catch a shot or two
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| Do you really have a clue of what can happen to y’all?
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| If I get my boys to sit you line you up on the wall
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| Calico bloody, inhuman if my ambitions are played
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| Tag with ammunition on my padre your missin' sister lichen
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| Them sons of bitches that be crossing me up
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| The devil’s calling me up to blow their family up
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| So west up, I’m unexpekted like a heart attack as I react
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| Just like, human combustion a little something like that
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| And as I mash I clash purposely
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| Cause yes indeed I be directly from the streets
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| No I don’t have to change for any motherfucker liven unforgiven
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| To my last breathe so Rest In Piss biatch
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| Sometimes I feel like there watching me, but I don’t know g
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| Their acting shady tryna figure out my strategy
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| I got them liven every day likes it’s there last day
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| Pety minded motherfuckas never have the heart to blast
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| — Verse 2
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| Ask me no questions and make on interruptions
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| Fuck your assumption your fuckin' with some rough shit
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| Let’s get started on the second chapter
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| How I fuckin' act when I cause disaster
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| Faster than Hurricane Mitch, ain’t that a bitch
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| That a young motherfucker like me turned off your switch
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| Hear the ?? |
| sing melodies of fatalities immortalities
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| Who done fucked up personalities
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| My enemies better be ready for war cause
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| My mentality is putting bullet holes in your door
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| Through the allies of Southern Cali’s and Diego and all around
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| We some soldiers pushin' boulders take a bullet a smile
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| Momma put that on my folder, I’m an innocent man
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| These motherfuckers out to get me don’t want me to expand
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| But I’m the 'One Man Battalion' strikin' through the fog
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| with my medallion and it’s five point star
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| Why you actin' hard fool you fake and then bluffin'
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| Always makin' up somethin' that’s why I’m stuffin' ya
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| Stuffin' ya in dirt I got the key to your box
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| I’m about to make the Glock pop ready to slash one in your knot BOY!
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| — Verse 3
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| As I kick down the gate you realize you’re in danger
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| Stranger for puttin' 1−8-7 on my pager
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| Face the motherfuckin' wall and shut your grill
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| I’ma paralyze your heart and shove your ass under the hill
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| President Bill… Clinton got his dick sucked by that horny white bitch
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| And that took him to court and got him stuck
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| Not given a fuck about Hilary or their daughter Chelsea
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| They got him for conspiracy cause his dad is wealthy
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| Let me tell you how I feel about the White House
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| Yeah they can stick their middle fingers up their ass
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| As I blast through the capital causing all the mayhem
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| I’m writing on them walls Mr. Shadow with the spray can
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| They can keep on makin' laws but you know I’ma break’em
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| All their goods, I’ma take’em, and their spots I’ma shake’em
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| I don’t mistake’em I’m the master of the dark
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| About to snatch you when you’re sleepin'
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| Bring your heartbeat to a stop
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| And you’d better be knowing exactly what it is
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| That my motherfuckin Shadow be talkin' about up in this Motherfucker
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| HEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEE, For Your Ass |