| Killers assassinated the topman on the block
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| And this the motherfucker who taught me all about the rock
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| So I took a leave of absence from my prior engagements
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| His mother crying on the phone over the funeral arrangements
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| I’m at the wake, full of anger and I’m nervous
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| A whole lot of sideways niggas hanging around for the service
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| Some other scumbag from across town
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| Send his little soldiers with a message: «Your mans down and you’re lost now»
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| In other words, he’s trying to take over the territory
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| «Nobody get any funny ideas,» he said in a warning
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| We draw heat, bitches screaming, niggas running for cover
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| I’m frozen, one of these snakes got a gun to his mother
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| Alright not here, I release the pistols clip
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| My sight — not clear, cause I take a pistol whip
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| I wake up in the bed with a bandage on my head
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| Looking at the sister from the beginning of the story of the man that was dead
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| The whole crew’s in the room and they like «You gotta leave town»
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| And I’m like «I ain’t branching off until I take these weeds down»
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| I’m out for revenge and I’ll doubt that I’ll bend
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| They’re gonna get cut and rolled into the credits cause this about to be the end
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| And it don’t stop 'till they get the man on top
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| Plans on lock for the next on top
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| It’s the nature of the streets, the nature of the beast
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| Let nature take it’s course and then the boss will get diseased
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| It’s just a matter of time, before I get to take the topman down
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| It’s just a babylon crime, before the cops are let the Glocks clip round
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| I’m watching the activity in the boom room
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| Studying the proximity I’mma spass with the tools soon
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| Gotta keep calm, put the Glock on lock to stop from trippin'
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| Watch the clock and snipe a shot, and they won’t know what hit 'em
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| Then I got a two-way from Ray who heard about the beef
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| Said there was things I needed to know and give me the word on the street
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| Word has it, it was an inside job and I won’t shit ya
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| But all fingers pointing indirectionally your mans little sister
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| I think back to what it could have been that made her denim
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| It’s plain and simple, he broke Crack Commandment number seven
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| I’m faced with a decision before I take out the rang passle
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| And punish them in the name of Chris Rios and Frank Castle
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| I got to the scumbag sitting next to my mans sister
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| Shots popped the topman but my nervous ?? |
| missed her
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| It was a scene out of an old west flick and I run with the draw
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| Dropped the gun, watched the blood drip then I slipped off
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| And it don’t stop 'till they get the man on top
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| Plans on lock for the next on top
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| It’s the nature of the streets, the nature of the beast
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| Let nature take it’s course and then the boss will get diseased |