| Silent, silent
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| Murder
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| It’s sort of like the conclusion, the color purple
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| Niggas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
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| Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick
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| Lesson number one. |
| If you’re arrested and hung
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| Where niggas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue
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| It’s like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer
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| the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia.
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| The cognac plurger plus the trees,
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| but whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze,
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| and got enough gold to rock ice in all hype.
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| Used to be a general but just lost his stripe
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| Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers
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| Astoria walls with cypress, since I got a problem with the law-writers,
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| I kick some more items just to explore horizons,
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| the palm lady dreamt of this day so I’ma play,
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| the crib close smokin’with the big toast and lay
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| They say the arms of Nicki Barnes would be enough to blast,
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| a lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas
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| Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz
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| Fuck what they teach in class I’ma reach the mass
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| Strap up, no back up, it’s jungle tactics
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| Livin’practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
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| So wear it if the cap fits, fold it up money and mad clips
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| A stack right under my matress
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| To smoke a nigga like a Hugh Bros. motion picture
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| Niggas gettin’open cruise, won’t be olding niggas
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| April fools they laugh the jokes on the benches
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| Cease outside my nigga spoke on his sentence
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| Silent
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| Silent, silent
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| Murder
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| My right handers never play too close to cameras
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| It’s nighttime scanners circle that allow gamblers
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| Peace-making niggas pep talk
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| the peace-makin 'niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew.
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| Time to get this loot countless, 'cuz sun it ain’t no youth fountains
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| Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanians is took hostage
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| Locked up inside a linen closet known for spending pies up What’s the flavour when your neighbors do jake favours?
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| Lock them real niggas down and lettin fake players
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| roam around the project this lyrical logic I dilute,
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| the weak can object the right composite
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| We’re plottin’all murderous schemes,
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| it seems I’m ghostly called by the essence of queens
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| the palm lady dreamt of this day, so I’ma play
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| the crib close smokin’with the big toast and lay
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| And Cain killed his brother Abel when God accepted Abel’s
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| offering and not his.
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| Abel’s offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God,
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| and Cain’s jealous anger drove him to murder —
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| drove him to murder |