| I represent the East side, no peace
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| Fuck the police
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| We tell you to increase the deceased at least
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| A grown man tellin' you something that he believe
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| Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
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| What the fuck bitch? |
| What bitch?
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| Why you talkin' shit?
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| Better duck bitch
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| Before your dome get hit
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| This shit is Twiztid deeper than that old French braid
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| Stickier than jam and jelly face, kick it
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| Everybody else still talkin bout something
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| What you thought you heard, bitch?
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| Can it, cause you’re frontin
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| Dead wrong
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| Dinner table conversations
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| Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions
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| Call it a contamination of mind state
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| Sleep in a dream, hopin' it’s gone when I awake
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| Mama think I’m a flake (Corn Flake serial killa!)
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| Froot Loop bitin' my mind like Godzilla
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| We survive like caterpillars in cocoons in caskets
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| Stretch the industry like elastic
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| So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke
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| Hit the mothafucka till I choke
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| I brag and I boast about nothin'
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| Death, dying, and hoes fuckin'
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| So understand that he’s saying somethin'
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| Never be heard I’m underground with the dirt and grime
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| Smashin' heads be my reason for rhyme
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| I’m on time like a mothafucka
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| Leavin you hangin in the forest
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| Standin in some comfortable shits like Chuck Morris
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| Check the chorus
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| Second hand smoke when you breathe
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| Remember what I told you always believe
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| You relieve I’m the Monoxide Child, I’m wild
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| Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke
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| You phony bitches wanna shut me down
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| Pullin' plugs on the microphones
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| Hatin' on the individual handle Mr. Bones
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| Hope your speakers 8 ohms or they dead blown
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| If they are, turn this mothafucka up and mash on
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| As we blast past bitch ass niggas at fast rates
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| Growin' at a fast pace made my heart race
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| Lookin' death in the face and I don’t even shudder
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| If my woman starts cheatin, motherfuck her, bitch
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| I’m out for self, free weed, fame and wealth
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| So take your hopes and dreams
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| And put that shit back on the shelf
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| Cause we rollin' in a ride far from stolen
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| Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain, motors and
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| Takin' curbs with ease, blowin' trees, lookin' Chinese
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| Hopin' that the cops ain’t tailin' me
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| Tryin' to violate the glass house
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| Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out
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| Cause now it’s on, pushin' hubcaps
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| Patrollin' the hood, so fuck that
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| Heard the shit and the shit is all wack
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| Plannin' the attack, cause we move when it’s dark at night
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| Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right
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| Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades
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| Barricading your door for the raid
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| And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump
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| Lookin' for mothafuckas who wanna jump
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| Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I’m a mad man
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| My trigger finger turnin' suckers to sand
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| Distraught from head trauma
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| You can’t even see the drama
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| I get the persona from marijuana
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| At night I lay stressed with no place to go
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| All by my lonely screamin' out fuck that show
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| Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell
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| Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell
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| This shit ain’t for everybody
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| I live to sever bodies, so melancholy
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| Suicide is just a folly and I’m out
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke (what, what)
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke (what)
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke
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| Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke (yeah)
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in, second hand smoke (right)
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| Free your mind
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| Breath it in |