| Masked up, blacked out
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| Pulling stains and running routes
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| Gankin shit, hitting licks
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| Pull the clip and split yo wig
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| Run up out them pockets
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| I want lint and I want loot
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| Even the lace straight from yo shoes
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| Leaving yo naked in the zoo
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| , coming out gunning with the G L O C K
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| Knowing its nothing, steadily busting
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| Leaving yo body decay
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| Fuck with the bull, you getting the horns
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| The AK cocked and ready to go
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| The mystical warlock my magic
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| Young Charles Manson
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| Never lacking
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| Drink the potion we can vanish
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| Take a sip, don’t you trip
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| Calm down, make a wish
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| Puppet master pulling strings
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| Make my fucking choppa sing
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| Hollow tips will make em sting
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| Fuck around and rip yo dreams
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| Stepping inside a courthouse with a murder case
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| Looking the family in the eyes tell em fuck em in they face
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| No remorse
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| Show no passion for the ones that I take
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| Disappearing in the night and I leave no fucking trace |