| We live in Long Beach baby.
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| Death Valley, Cali baby. |
| («Oh yeah!»)
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| Our time is nowwwwww.
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| Our time is NOWWWWWW («Oh yeah!»)
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| We live in Long Beach baby
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| Anybody killa? |
| MASS MURDER
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| Death Valley, Cali baby
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| Anybody killa? |
| MASS MURDER
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| My tactics extract morbid thoughts from the mental
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| Custom designed for the instrumental
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| Yes indeed-d-dy, lyrical graffiti
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| And this one’s a burner, baby
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| Truck like Toyota
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| Driven, to a livin, drivin, with the gat
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| Uhh! |
| Pop the clutch and let the cold crush rush
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| Then I flush wack material
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| That’s if I don’t mash the marks to mush
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| Now hush, let me brush, damn I gush
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| Cock, d-d-diesel cuts
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| Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
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| Now shut up punks, I want +Silence+ from you +Lambs+
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| Then I slams you with +Cape Fear+
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| I dump hardrocks like dump trucks that I deliver
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| Death right to your doorsteps
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| Loc' up yoke get broke up like the chronic
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| Twisted, rolled up, and SMOKED
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| We live in Long Beach baby
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| Anybody killa? |
| MASS MURDER
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| Death Valley, Cali baby
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| Anybody killa? |
| MASS MURDER
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| I fly off in your party like stealth bomber, troop
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| Eject before the wreck, crash boom bash!
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| Can you say, US Air, flight 427
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| Am I a quitter, nigga?
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| No survivors, not none, not one
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| Only thing livin is the maggots and the flies
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| Then I cause casualties, casually, annually
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| The manual be I flip scripts to A-U-T-O-matic
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| Think about the words of those who want static
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| Leave 'em lyin limp in clean free sheets
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| Long Beach, coroner, cling free sheets
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| Cling free beats, so why you still clingin?
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| It’s the beats, and this time with the rhyme
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| I’mma kick the style like Na-di-a, Comăneci
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| Round off has me do a triple somersault
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| Fools be comin up short — hazardous!
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| Bend, I send, havin this
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| — repeat 2X
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| Our time is nowwwwww.
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| Our time is nowwwwww. |
| («Oh yeah!») |