| Uh, yeah
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| Check it, uh
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| Livin' in the darkest hour, sharpen my power
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| Don’t walk into them lead showers knowin' you’ll cower
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| A real soldier dies but once, I put the nine to chumps
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| Loadin' up Mini-14s and pumps
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| 21 skunk on the battlefield
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| You get your village burnt and your cattle killed from the SAW skill
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| Define the remedy, align the energy
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| Makin' niggas memories with hellraiser tendencies
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| I see you wear the mark of death often
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| Losses fillin' up the graveyard with coffins
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| Peep the strategy, it be a tragedy
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| Fuckin' with my cavalry will lead us to some savagery
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| Duckin' laws, crutchin', touchin' the raw
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| I be rushin', bustin', it could be me against 'em all
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| What’s the loss? |
| Integrity is not to be compromised
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| What’s most wise? |
| My flow sick through the doctor’s eyes
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| And these ain’t just raps, I prophesize
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| Pulverize your whole damn clique, get sabotaged
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| Hammer rise, we don’t fear shit, we samurais
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| Fantasize, lookin' for a rapper to vandalize
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| Tempt the gods and we goin' on a rampage, mad rage
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| I just play the cut like a band-aid
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| Dance, blades
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| Shoot you in the clutch, brush his damn fade
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| Grave rules when I hack you up, scars was handmade
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| I heard I got beef, they asked what’s poppin' with me
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| I cut the bullshit, I keep a chopper with me
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| It’s death before dishonor, that’s at all costs
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| Since I live by guidelines of legendary mob bosses
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| Niggas hate and they don’t wanna see me rise
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| They’d rather see you left for dead, they pray on your demise
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| I always keep one in the head, the devil is
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| My hand is royal flush, my .38 collect the
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| Die |