| It’s only one way to live, and one way to die
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| I’d rather this from being sicker, the burner between his eyes
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| I strategize, in times of war I’m smoking in commodores
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| Riding with tecs, slaying dragons and drama whores
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| Lips get loose when police harassing 'em
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| Said if he snitching, could avoid the maximum
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| Posted with the trench, got the Glock and the ax wit him
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| Hit the block with high numbers, I’m taxing 'em
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| Killers with me, just know this, no relaxing them
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| Keep an automatic weapon, the max is the maximum
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| Shoot you for cheese, beware there’s many a rats with him
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| Niggas so broke, the robber, we was just practicing
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| Out the corner, burner by my boxes
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| Flip work like papas right locking in the kitchen
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| Whipping Cyndi Lauper
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| Narcotics from Nicarauga
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| Dicking your daughter down
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| Strictly Cognac, we don’t sip vodka
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| Bricks and mortar,
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| Blicky flip you like a quarter
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| Torture, need more paper than the borders
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| Nothing’s more important than order
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| Unassailable aura might light you up like benoras
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| If you saw us
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| Motherfucker |