| The hot fly shit, do or die forces
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| Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress
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| (More of this, blow the door frame off the henges
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| Columbian drug lord) Part time business
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| Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice
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| Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis
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| (His name was with jealous, they finance the figures
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| Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners
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| When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap)
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| Niggas want the streets back (it's a wrap)
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| Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap)
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| Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap)
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| (U-God)]
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| When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares
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| Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs
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| To the bible I sware to complete the contract
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| (Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact
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| Fierce in combat, killin' flow level
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| Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels
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| Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle
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| Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal
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| (Leathafase)
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| Now you’re paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK)
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| Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray)
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| Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace
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| Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine
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| (If it’s all respected, how we deaded the suplier
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| He’s wired up, bullets don’t phase, and we fired up)
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| Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em
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| Off the balcony
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| (U-God)
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| With his last breath, this die hard villain
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| (Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling)
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| Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion
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| (Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun)
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| Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray
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| (Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head
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| (Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs)
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| Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids)
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| In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact)
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| (Leathafase)
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| Fool, you can’t beat that (it's wrap)
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| Motherfucker, it’s a wrap |