| Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso
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| Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll
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| Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow
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| Anybody gets in my way, I let their guts show
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| Sick fucks ain’t doing shit without the big bucks
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| Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you’re lame ducks
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| Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gage busts
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| Come on man I don’t give a fuck, who wanna test nuts
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| Scrapping, let’s go toe to toe, I start the capping
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| Shirt stamping, like Sherm on a stick, nines are clapping
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| Who’s that then, who wanna be next, I’ll make your back bend
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| Push comes to shove, no love, I’ll make it happen
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| There’s gotta be more to life than just this
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| Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
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| You say it gets better, well fuck that (fuck that)
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| You don’t walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped
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| You never pay your rent off of cocaine and weed
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| Man, I dance with the devil but I never get the lead
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| Don’t get me wrong, if I could I’d make a change
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| Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange
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| They say the grass is greener on the other side of shit
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| But the fence is in the way now and I ain’t buyin' it
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| I’m in a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
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| Even when I’m dead and gone, I’ll always be around
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| I’ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was Lynch
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| In the game riding high, while you fuckers ride the bench
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| Skinhead Rob run by, motherfuckers hit the fence |