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| I’m like daredevils, I dare devils to take it to that level
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| Make 'em dig they own grave with they own shovels
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| Sharpshooter, drop helicopters, black out shadows
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| 'Cause when it’s time to ride, it’s like pedal to the metal
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| Full fledged, beat suicidal, leave holes with skull heads
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| Hit your cult for your vault, leave 'em all dead
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| And some nice swipe game plus handsome
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| Hoes hold me ransom get mad and throw tantrums
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| Seven braids like Samson, strength of Job
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| Since these niggas wanna trip, I make it all unfold
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| Didn’t choose the genie, didn’t choose the leprechaun
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| Niggas better watch the gravesite they stepping on
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| Thinking it’s a game I rose him, now your ass is frozen
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| Nuclear explosion, we straight West Coastin'
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| I was born as a soldier, and I’ll fight in a field
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| I’ll run like a hunter, and I’ll die in the field
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| Bloody samurai, my feat will never die
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| Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
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| The street apostle with Roscoe’s
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| That’ll burn flesh off your fossil
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| Make you suck on that nozzle
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| 'fore you swallow these hollows
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| Clutching a bottle, yeah, I’m a hard act to follow
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| Nigga, I don’t write raps
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| Little homey, I write novels
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| Every chapter I capture, the mind of millions
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| When I slang raps like crack, to the women and children
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| Bring down the building
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| Crowd roars oh what a feeling
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| Feels good like I’m puffing on that sticky chameleon
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| The street villain
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| Made most of his money from drug dealing
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| It’s rules to the game, trust nobody that’s squealing
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| Cuz snitching is a pet peeve
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| Like a bitch with a bad weave
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| It’s not honor amongst thieves, nigga deal wit greed
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| I’m from a breed of real killas
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| That’s cutthroat
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| That’ll front you to work and kill you if a buck short
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| Bloodsport
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| Flick you like the butt of my Newport
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| Or with the butt of my gun
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| Take that, nigga, run
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| I come to stop the hollering and screaming, blaow
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| Stop screaming, make a nigga wish he still dreaming
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| Since appearing against a ninja, taught him barbarianism
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| South Central mentalism
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| Like the local news on the local high school for all this realism
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| Don’t let all the whites go there cause all the whites’ll go there
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| Have 'em all braiding they hair, and having tattoos
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| And street numbers instead of good grades from school
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| It’s like ridicule, and what would Jesus do?
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| If he was standing at apartment, he was beeping with that dizzle
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| Like a hole ain’t enough to end all ridicule
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| But a hoe’ll get real holy enough to preach and end you
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| Bloody samurai, my feat will never die
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| Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
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| If you win, I’ll tell you where to find the number two
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| If I win, I have your head
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| Do we have a deal? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloody Samurai , by - RZA. Song from the album Afro Samurai: Resurrection, in the genre Саундтреки