| We don’t ever want no trouble
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| We don’t wanna have to fight
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| But disrespect
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| Is unacceptable
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| Sure is not our fault after it goes down
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| If you came to us with some bullshit
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| There’s no limit to what can happen
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| As the peace barrier has been broken by ignorance
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| People find themselves impaled in hell and it’s
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| Evil devouring now there’s how they’re down there
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| You’re in my town nigga! | 
| (CHEA!)
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| Pick up the pilly and put the hype down nigga! | 
| (Errr!)
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| Because you want to run your mouth, some to the lungs, we killas will gun you
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| out
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| You better get ghost (CHEA!), Backpack (CHEA!), You don’t want the shit to go
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| Brrat cat
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| Your mother put you in a permanent knapsack because I can’t go out like that
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| (CHEA!)
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| It’ll go down (CHEA!)
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| When a stupid nigga come in your town
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| In a bar with a pocket full of dough now
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| A lot of ho’s 'round and he throw frowns
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| Cur with a perv, that is not us
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| Dishonorable nigga, we gonna lock up
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| You don’t know, dead bodies 'bout to pop up
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| Steppin' in my face like what!
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| Question?
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| Do you know where you are?
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| You talkin' big shit you best to get steppin'
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| But you’ll never get far
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| If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
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| But they not in the car
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| They’re all around you, so just take a second
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Do you know where you are?!
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| Do you know where you are?
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| You talkin' big shit you best to get steppin'
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| But you’ll never get far
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| If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
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| But they not in the car
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| They’re all around you, so just take a second
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Do you know where you are?!
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| Punk ass nigga feels like he got an S on his chest
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| Always letting his mouth write a check that his ass can’t cash
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| You’re in my zone
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| Killer territory this is my throne
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| Sadomasochism get your bones broke, and placed below, encased in limestone
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| Too late to save face (You will never see the light of day)
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| Just you wait (You'll be begging to take the pain away)
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| That blood you taste (Is your last meal, say grace)
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| Do you know where you are?!
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| Like a psycho loading my rifle, I’m digging holes in the dirt in advance
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| Under the light of the moon where the witches brew with their brooms and their
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| devil’s dance
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| Bloodstains on my face, bloodstains on my shirt, bloodstains on my pants
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| And now that I’m thinking about it
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| You don’t know where you are!
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| Should have never crossed the line
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| Should have never switched lanes, cut into mine
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| Destiny will intersect from time to time
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| Now the thought of killing you consumes my mind
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| To erase, mutilate, levitate you
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| This hate, so contagious, contains you
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| Eternity in the grave where I place you
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| Only I know where you really are!
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| Question?
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| Do you know where you are?
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| You talkin' big shit you best to get steppin'
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| But you’ll never get far
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| If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
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| But they not in the car
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| They’re all around you, so just take a second
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Do you know where you are?!
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| Do you know where you are?
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| You talkin' big shit you best to get steppin'
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| But you’ll never get far
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| If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
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| But they not in the car
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| They’re all around you, so just take a second
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Do you know where you are?!
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| The jack of all trades is master of none
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| When time’s up, wind up, or thy will be done
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| Meet me, in the middle of a mosh pit where i got to get so, crazy!
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| I’m a little bit of Pac with a new Glock sit and I’m, angry!
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| Anybody wanna stop this, a pop lip to a cop
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| It’s a whole 'nother level that i get to rot
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| Got everybody running when i get the shot!
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| Ain’t nobody looking to really get it with anybody
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| I’m choking the circle of people that killing everybody
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| Even else they think that they equally need to hear me
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| Now nothing but the evil is speaking and I keep providing
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| Keep me hiding in low down, making it go round and round
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| When i clown in your town, do you know what the reason you fucks frown
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| It’s about to go down!
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| Uh!
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| Welcome to the shadows
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| This ain’t no motherfuckin' freestyle battle
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| Me and my brother knuckle up, fuck you up
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| With an uppercut, sure enough to make your teeth rattle | 
| Finish Him!
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| Double headed ax to the back of the face
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| The motherfucker’s invading our space
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| Do you know what we are?
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| From the murder glove
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| We ain’t got no love for motherfucker’s tripping and getting dumb
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| Man they want some got enough to go round, 2, 3 times
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| You ain’t serial killers on the grind
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| I’ma start with your soul, then kill your body and mind
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| Alive for a short time and dead by the end of the rhyme
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| I’m back and in fact, do you know where you are?
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| Motherfucker we 'bout to brake your neck
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| Better watch your mouth and keep your ass in check
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| Cause me and my killas are gonna die for respect
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| Question?
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| Do you know where you are?
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| You talkin' big shit you best to get steppin'
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| But you’ll never get far
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| If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
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| But they not in the car
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| They’re all around you, so just take a second
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Do you know where you are?!
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| Do you know where you are?
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| You talkin' big shit you best to get steppin'
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| But you’ll never get far
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| If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
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| But they not in the car
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| They’re all around you, so just take a second
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| Do you know where you are?
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| Do you know where you are?! |