| It all started with snortin up D
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| Breakin in apartments, rollin in stolen cars
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| Stickin dicks, trickin in strip bars
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| Fly niggas, whips tinted, switch it up, cop granted
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| Onslaught twisted, Bougard in the Clark, ripped sinned
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| Sudafed heads bent over when they sniffed it
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| Project song, birds tempted while the D’s skipped it
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| Now add it up, jungle younger days, my head is struck
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| From after buck, the Hollywood swingin in Eddie Bauer truck
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| Close cuts, devious Devastator hot tracks bang
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| Very marvelous hearts string, wobbly dart sting
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| Melody, plated in gold, but hold the legacy
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| Destiny, to the death of me, roll with Killa Bees
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| Metropolis ghetto politics, mob hits
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| Thug logic is hot, I can’t stop it
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| It’s easier to knob and hard to knock two
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| City lights, gettin busy like J. lockin who
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| Benevolent, shine florescent, produce novelist transcripts
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| The power surge cut the lights out, save all that shit for the fuckin birds
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| Murder is Texas, asserted to death, perverted the skets
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| You confer with nothin less, the quick death
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| Get the head gased, dead fast, ready rock, hand cock
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| I shit your whole cast and I ain’t dyin for friends
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| Onyx dense, instead of slugs, dunn, I’d rather drop jems
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| From fake thugs frontin, I’m not him
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| Since my life worth nothin, I’m not him don’t get it confused
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| I hold peace but got a short fuse, so watch your mouth dude
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| In ghost towns, no white sheets, dunn, nice
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| When on the mic piece, 3 points stance with metal cleets
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| I tackle the track, a battle cat
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| Leave the grade off the wall, mad mafia rap, cannibal impact
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| I rattle clicks and I ain’t havin shit, I’m emphatic wish
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| Strategic war tactics you lack, murder one element
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| It all floors from the source, abort the cause of this
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| Corporates you could take an add-on, puffin some?
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| Snake bite, venomous peak game with the swiftness
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| Crack vile smile, stuff my hand shakes, fuckin with grinches
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| Higher cake look, it’s easier with hooks
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| Pipes grillin mafia, but you shook with it sunnin who
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| My team spitted, niggas on some petty ass pleads
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| Stoppin for murder reps, I plnat my lice fan on the streets
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| Stretch, escapin death with every step, hold my own weight
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| Control fate, plus with sole mate, on some mistakes
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| And who bets on who bubble gates, my mental beyond moets and cristal
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| I’m poppin high burnin pistols and need no switch dials
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| Dealin with cats lustin for scraps, whippin hustle cracks
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| We block jostle, fuckin with rats, rollin out welcome mats
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| It’s hellbound, bustin my crown, seven point five
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| Known to get live, conquer new land, I will survive |