| Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
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| Giva fuck
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| This is AK-47, banana clip rap
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| Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped
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| P-89 your mind, you won’t forget that
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| Caught behind enemy lines, you gonna get clapped
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| On chase got shot in the face
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| Nine niggas, broad to nothin, while the slug judged his fate
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| Shoulda got low 'steada tryna flossin his cake
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| Reaction was slow, reflexes way too late
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| These are warzone niggas, home sweet home niggas
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| Killers ain’t afraid of nothin, it’s on niggas
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| M-14 your legs with one in your head
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| Put chumps to sleep, lay 'em in deathbed
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| You get shot up
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| Go in the hood you not from
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| You get shot up
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| Twenty-two shots’ll leave you numb
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| You get shot up
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| Startin the beef with no gun
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| You get shot up
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| Blah! |
| You get shot up, blah!
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| You get shot up
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| Leavin wit' bitches after the club
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| You get shot up
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| Stuck at the light, sittin on dubs
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| You get shot up
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| Left for dead in your own blood
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| You get shot up
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| Blah! |
| You get shot up
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| You never saw the nigga face that was holdin the Glock
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| You just heard shots then the nigga next to you dropped
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| Til you seen blood you ain’t even know you got popped
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| Felt your body temperature change from cold to hot
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| Left you for dead, you still alive, count your blessings
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| In the middle of the street holdin in your intestines
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| All they wanted was the money, you had to be dumb
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| Jumped for the gun, he blew off and punctured your lung
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| Your man came back and found you scrollin on the pavement
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| Grabbed you in his arms and said «hold on son you gon' make it!»
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| Your vital signs droppin, your haloucinatin
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| «Somebody call the ambulance!» |
| If you live it’s amazing
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| One still in your stomach, two went through your chest
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| Your boy tellin you «don't talk son, save your breath»
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| The more you walk to the light the more it’s hurtin less
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| You gettin nautious from the smell of burnin flesh
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| Cryin to God, think he can hear you beg?
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| Tears in your eyes, screamin «I can’t feel my legs!»
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| You closer to death, paramedics pumpin your chest
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| Blowin you breath, you dyin but you under arrest
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| How it feel to see a man dead knowin you next
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| I guess that’s what niggas meant by blood in the x
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| Tryin to hang on but you gon' wish you was dead
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| Cause if you live the rest of your life it’s in the feds
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| You get shot up
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| Go in the hood you not from
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| You get shot up
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| Twenty-two shots’ll leave you numb
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| You get shot up
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| Startin the beef with no gun
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| You get shot up
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| Blah! |
| You get shot up, blah!
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| You get shot up
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| Leavin wit' bitches after the club
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| You get shot up
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| Stuck at the light, sittin on dubs
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| You get shot up
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| Left for dead in your own blood
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| You get shot up
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| Blah! |
| You get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up
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| You get shot up, you get shot up |