| Live from the dungeon, we coming
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| Y’all best be running, we coming
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| Y’all don’t want none of this gun and
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| I don’t know why y’all keep frontin'
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| I’mma scare the socks off you for sure the shock stops all you
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| Knock ya lox off and chop your watch off you
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| Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
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| With the rats, with a axe, and the stacks of wood is
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| By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
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| My weapon is large with bodies, I’m strapped for battle
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| My soul is in the crossroads, it hides the feeling
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| Somewhere deep inside the spirit to rise the killer
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| I’m too distant to talk, my vicious assault
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| Is inflicted in parts to slit you and stick in your heart
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| I got nothing to lose and nothing to gain
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| Only way I’m dying is up in flames, I’m stuck in the game
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| Look at you busting ya thang
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| Shots only get stuck in my frame, I got you not trusting ya aim
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| I never speak but you can hear me breathe at night
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| With a hunger and greed for life 'til this eve was right
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| I’m a true killer, a troop risen to do business
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| Live on a booth on a river drooped with news clippings
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| I only come out when it’s time to run out and find
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| An innocent victim inside one house with blinds
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| I’m Freddie Kruger, Jason and Scream chasing a dream
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| Looking for a scene to take to the extreme for the mean
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| You better carry your Uzi’s is rare to do me
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| Everybody’s scared to view me, I’m Scary Movies
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| Y’all want drama? |
| Wanna make a scary movie?
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| Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
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| You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
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| We hard hitting, directing and starring in it
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| Y’all want drama? |
| Wanna make a scary movie?
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| Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
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| You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
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| We hard hitting, directing and starring in it
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| Yo niggas from the Wall don’t bleed, Dirty Dozen niggas don’t bleed
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| Royce 5'9″ don’t bleed, Rock City niggas don’t bleed
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| Live from the dungeon, we coming
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| Y’all best be running, we coming
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| Y’all don’t want none of this gun and
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| I don’t know why y’all keep frontin'
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| All this room in this big house you chose the attic
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| You running slower and slower so you froze in panic
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| I’m wearing a white mask, black cloak and dagger
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| You scatter hoping for life, grabbing ropes and ladders
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| Under this robe, I’m tatted up, automatic’d up
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| I’m mad as fuck, I’mma kill no matter what
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| You — live in the wrong house, at the wrong time
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| You’ve answered the wrong call, so you all mine’s
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| You can’t put fear in the heart of the heartless
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| Got a list of names just don’t know which one to start with
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| At your house, staking it out, posing as carpenters
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| Looking for closets and house guns with cartridges
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| I’m low down and stressed, I go around the rest
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| Of the house looking for Granny to throw down the steps
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| And when it’s your turn — oh you know it’s tragic
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| And the music in the background is so dramatic
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| I’m tryna lift you off your feet — hope you know gymnastics
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| Try to — soak the mattress with rope molasses
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| You try to — cover your head like a prophylactic
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| Next time somebody calling your phone, don’t answer it
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| Hello? |
| Hello?
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| Y’all want drama? |
| Wanna make a scary movie?
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| Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
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| You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
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| We hard hitting, directing and starring in it
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| Y’all want drama? |
| Wanna make a scary movie?
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| Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
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| You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
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| We hard hitting, directing and starring in it
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| We making names for each other like the Wayans Brothers
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| Rock City niggas always name each other
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| Niggas got crews, don’t even claim each other, 2000 |