| To bring you down, bust it off
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| To bring you down
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| Uh, make shot one time for the Mecca don
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| To bring you down and the Soul Brother #1
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| To bring you down
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| Y’all get done with the YG Menace II Society
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| To bring you down, feel the real steel, the hot metal
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| To bring you down, to bring you down
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| It’s the Killa Bee, kill rugged, skill vest often
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| And land your fuckin' asses in a coffin, what?
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| You see cold steel, you niggaz wanna mill' like Shaquille O' Neal
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| Bullets are real, cock it back and then I peal off
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| Fuck the kamikaze Mecca is on the shotty hottie
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| The cops are runnin' white chalk around your dead body
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| Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk
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| They can’t fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight
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| Over, yes, you over six feet under
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| You see, I’m not at ease you’re diseased
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| A reason for the treason, hunt season I’m from rabbit ordeal
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| Where niggaz kick the beer loungin' off block
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| Till the early morn', word is bond, another brother gone
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| Would’ve been bullshit, quick talkin' with nines and banana clips
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| For million with bloodshed, the color red, two through the fuckin' head
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| Man, you’re dead, death becomes you
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| Infrareds locked on yo' heads, here come the feds
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| Freeze now when I squeeze hot metal breeze
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| Right through your arteries to bring you to your knees
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| I think he’s dyin' black
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| I got the track to send you silly ass niggaz back
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| Snatch you hoe, stab you pimp and watch him limp away
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| I fiend luchi till I’m fucked up old and gray
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| Hey, dog, I send you to the morgue
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| I’m from the Vernon ville blood spills shells drop
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| And when it go pop, pop, my glock hit that niggaz nut
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| 'Cause I’m one of the hard ox’s smokin'
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| Motherfuckers like crack rocks huh, so back up
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| Be ghost when I keep my toast murder she wrote, yo
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| Fully equipped with this death blow, flippin'
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| Because I’m on the level like the rebel
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| Crazy bodies and tombstones
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| Straight to the devil nigga light in ya bed’s right
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| Because ya tune from me let miss due
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| Strictly nigga death becomes you
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen to what we say
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| Because this type a shit it happens everyday
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| No resurrection with protection slay cut up in the blender
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| Just like Mohammad blowin' up the World Trade Center
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| The hell raiser burner blazer stressin' major caution
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| See the Mecca Don swirvin' a tongue like Jordan
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| Anything you cherish I perish, I’m here to roll
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| And now your bucks are big, and let out ya asshole
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| Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches
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| 'Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches
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| Buck, buck, buck, buck, rat, tat, tat, I’m on a mission nigga
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| I shoots to kill when I pull the motherfuckin' trigger
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| I’m sick in the head, I’m crazy I’m fuckin' wild
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| I swear to God, I come from the P now
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| I’m Menace like Dennis, so don’t try to play me close
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| I wave my gun in the air yo I don’t fuckin' care
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| It’s Pete Rock on the mic check one, two
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| I got the glock, nigga, death becomes you
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| So listen, to bring you down
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| So listen to what we say
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| Because this type a shit it happens everyday
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| To bring you down, so listen |