| When we gun this
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| You’ll get punished
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| Detroit re-runs this
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| Don’t get me confused with MC’s still payin’dues
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| I’m a classic, let me spit my acid
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| Stay in an all glass kit
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| Until I burn up in my casket
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| My carnivores dramatic
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| I’m sick, sicker than sick
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| Bitch suck my dick
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| I still bust all slugs and thugs
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| And get to fuck you to with
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| Don’t care, yo shit’s spilt
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| Never admit
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| Cause killas don’t talk about the murders they commit
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| Come again now!
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| (Y'all fucked us again, now watcha gone do nigga?)
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| Just another motherfuckin enemy
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| Just another motherfuckin enemy
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| Just another motherfuckin enemy
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| Just another motherfuckin enemy
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| Now before you get yo ass beat
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| Don’t ask how I’m livin’or what my religion
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| Niggas want me to hand the mic to the participant down and give it Roll me to the top from a site
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| But I’m a all night rider type
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| You better be ready for war in the worst way
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| When you decide to fight
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| You can’t get paid on the streets
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| So hold on tight, until you heat
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| Lookin at me like you got somethin to say
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| Don’t even try to speak
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| Its killa bee kill say please
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| Murder really ain’t no sin to me
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| A million motherfuckers with me Then I call it a million enemies
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| Come on!
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| Run they mouth, from here to down south
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| Don’t know what the fuck they talkin bout
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| We from Detroit got too much fuckin clouds
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| Stay off my route
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| I’m bout bout murder
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| No doubt
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| You gone clean the shower
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| But when you right I hail out out
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| Kickin off that game
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| Call timeout
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| Young niggas gone find out
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| Who’s supportin the braids
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| >From underground
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| And watch me climb out
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| I’m all about that wicket shit
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| I scream «Never die!»
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| The game is getting stormy now
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| Can you win the ride?
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| Come on! |