| What? |
| It’s the money they want
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| To try to get up in the mixture
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| Things they do is unbelievable
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| The web is weaved of bullshit
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| Lies behind in disguise
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| Designed to deceive you
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| Forked tongues speak of fortune
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| Out of their grasp
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| For them to reach they would
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| Have to come out of the grass
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| Snakes and fakes tough breaks
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| And bodies found in lakes
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| Are one and the same and what makes
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| The world go round is game
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| Corruption in one hand
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| Cleanin the other without
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| Touchin a bit of filth
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| Fuck that, shysty niggas
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| Get bucked at, the price
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| Be the rigors of life
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| And I love that
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| But some of you want to
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| Take the route that’s easy
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| Break in ya best friend’s house
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| To try to get him for his G’s
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| Cause you know where
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| He leaves the keys
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| To the safe and it ain’t safe
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| When you fuckin with these
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| (Partially comprehensible Major Terror verse)
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| (Pep Love)
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| Hey yo we stay honest
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| Won’t make a fake promise
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| Pay homage to truth
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| And never stray from it
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| We make armor
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| Never mistake honor
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| Dance to the tune
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| Of the snake charmer
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| If you snooze, you lose
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| The serpent is lurkin
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| Watch his every move
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| Then swiftly usurp him
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| Snatch him out of his skin
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| Don’t let him surprise ya
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| Smile in your face then
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| Try to sabotage ya project
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| Shifty, shady
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| It ain’t fuckin with me
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| I see him out the corner of my eyes
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| Trying to get me but I’m wise
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| To the ways of the wicked
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| And it get to be a damn shame
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| When I pull the ticket of an infidel
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| Gafflers get their hands chopped
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| At the wrist, life at risk
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| And their plans got rearranged
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| Messing with my money is dangerous
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| Shots shatter ya blood clots
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| Scattering like mice
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| Whenever ya ways is shyste
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| I raise the price to puzzle em
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| And put em on ice
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| Can’t even look me in my eyes
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| And acknowledge respect
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| Now his every gesture and posture
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| I’mma dissect
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| Until he break in a cold sweat
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| Cause he been doing this
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| Since the days of Judas
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| And ain’t switched his ways yet
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| A snitch, co-conspirator
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| A broken spirit, a bitch
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| No consideration gets displayed
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| For this occasion, pistols blaze
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| When we catch him red-handed
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| This instantaneous
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| Reaction get passionate
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| The head of the snake I take
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| And throw it in the basket
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| Fake motherfuckers
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| Duck us and cut corners
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| Talk about ya behind your back
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| And make promises
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| They just can’t keep
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| So you just can’t sleep
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| Look alive and alert
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| Cause they will connive
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| To put a hurtin on ya
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| Convertin ya input to output
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| Even when you try to live
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| With a positive outlook about
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| People the evil will still find ya
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| Creep up behind ya
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| Stab you in your back to remind ya
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| That it exists, and pull a twist
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| Fadangled and strangled
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| Ya wish it wasn’t like this
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| But frontin is just the thing
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| People like to do
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| When they have not a clue
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| If the lies are true
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| We rise to the occasion
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| And blaze em
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| My faith is never tested
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| I know that I’m blessed, praisin
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| My essence of being
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| I’ve been through the ranks
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| Of snakes and hideous things
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| For goodness sakes
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| (Chorus 2x, fading) |