| Desperado. |
| Can’t help it. |
| I just can’t let it ride
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| Wanted dead or alive
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| Desperado. |
| Gunsmoke makes me strive
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| Bogus way of life
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| Who the hero? |
| Who the villian?
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| When I’m steerin' down the block
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| Fools wanna try, why
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| Fly what they ridin'
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| On the tip of a rider slidin'
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| Somebody gotta die
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| On the frontier
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| Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit
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| Cause the hood be on
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| Shoot em up
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| Everytime I look around
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| Something goin' down buck buck
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| Somebody got popped
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| Stop, drop!
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| Hollow point tips hard to dodge
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| When you lookin' down your enemies barrel
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| You wish your apparel was camaflouge
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| Booyaw what you gone do now
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| I got my crew pal
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| And we’s wranglas
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| What I got in my chamber
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| Will rearrange ya
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| Goddang ya
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| Will hang ya
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| Death wish wanna play
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| Under lasy under lay
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| Can’t help it when I spray
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| Break out if you stay
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| You’re gonna pay in a bogus way
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| I’ll blow your skull hollow
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| Now if you follow
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| That’s your choice and you’re
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| Gonna feel sorrow
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| Death hard to swallow
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| You rodent
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| Here today, gone tomorrow
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| Shouldn’t fuck wit a…
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| In the streets it’s a game
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| Niggas try to get a name
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| But ah
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| I don’t fuck with em
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| When I hit em with the shit to make em wanna
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| Squash it
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| Watch it
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| Ride off through the valley
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| Leave em in the alley
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| Stankin' bitch who gone trick
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| No witnesses
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| I rush the vic
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| Two times in the shit
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| I laid em, miss
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| He was acting like he had something
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| I got pissed
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| Now if a nigga said that he was at you
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| What you gone do
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| Strap up, black hoodie up
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| Or bite the dust?
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| A hard head make a soft ass
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| So I’m gone blast
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| Watch a motherfucker last
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| Shoot it
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| Don’t baby food it
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| You got something nigga
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| You’d better use it
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| Threatening a nigga with a gun
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| It ain’t fun
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| You caught one
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| Three off from the back
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| Gotta blow my guns
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| (Woo-woo)
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| With a Glock
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| Make your ass stop
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| Attack again
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| Won’t come back again
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| Fuckin' him up like a bitch
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| Bustin' at him quick
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| Reachin' for your shit
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| Try to get away from me
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| You getting hit
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| You dig?
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| Better move your kids
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| I’m at this nigga
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| And I don’t wanna do it
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| But I’m wanted, so fuck it
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| I’m ready to drop em
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| Shit, I got 'em
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| Gunsmoke from the Chi
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| Never with a crew
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| And it’s Flict and die
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| Gotta' put em up
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| Put yo hands up right now
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| Clap
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| I’mma snap
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| React and serve my pact
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| Or punch a punk dumb
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| Here I come with the Flict
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| Renegade and raw dope’ll split
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| Heads
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| Come equip or get rip with
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| Lead
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| Never dis
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| Dat strap so what’s next
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| We can get down
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| Rumble or tuggle around
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| What you got
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| You gotta give it your all right now
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| Pal
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| Or get piled with pow
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| You foul
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| We buckwild
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| Get on up you got one false move
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| It’s Chi for now
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| We down to change the rules
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| Buddy done got his nutty split
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| Sent off a bit
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| Now he got some conflict
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| Got a thousand grams of mac
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| Wild-stylian with the Henny and the Yak
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| What else you need to justify trials of the Flict
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| Cause the Flict’ll straight kick it off
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| Somethin' proper dopper know you can’t stop a
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| Poppin'
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| Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' yo' noggin
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| Tell me what you got, I’m starvin'
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| Bring it on nigga
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| You trigger happy
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| I’mma desperado
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| Who can help but to be scandalous
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| Cloned a vandalist
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| But ain’t havin' shit
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| Boom. |
| Buck. |
| Buck
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| Who’s next to get fucked up
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| Chump
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| Gotta lot of rowdy niggas
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| Wannt get your body stunk
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| Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard
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| Where niggas are livin' and copin'
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| And rooftop scopin'
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| At ass
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| Too fast
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| Sufferin' succotash
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| Quicker to bust and blast
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| Take em up off the map
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| Now you wonder why it’s on
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| It’s on
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| Cause a motherfucker didn’t play like that
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| Start the shit
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| The Conflict we attack right away
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| To be exact
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| Now you wanna squash it
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| Uh-uh, it’s a rumble
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| Only way we gone end it
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| When you on your back
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| Kick off and ripped off
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| Til shit ain’t attached
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| Itch through the dirt
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| Like a bitch bad with crabs
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| Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw
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| Desperado rollin' out
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| I’m wanted for millions
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| For hanging up scabs
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| Take that
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| Bust off my cannon then haul ass
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| Bogus way of life
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| But life get the last laugh
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| No chance to glance and dance
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| Shit in your pants
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| Your leavin' the land
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| Hit your whole clan
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| With they guns in they hand
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| Mission is finished
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| And victory flawless |