| Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store
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| Money is power, give me your’s, we break laws
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| Faggot cats claiming their crooks
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| Soon I’ma smack him up, his mans and them too
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| Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom
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| 50 g’s, need keys to free their grandson
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| Run but you can’t hide, rich is what we long for
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| You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war
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| Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested
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| Project cats with guns start to run shit
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| Coming from the streets, gum on long dick
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| Get strong-armed for baggage, it’s tragic, some Vietnam shit
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| Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz
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| Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch
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| Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store
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| Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for
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| Aim for, lay down boy, this ain’t no game war
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| Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off
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| Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov'
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| Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow
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| Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz
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| Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell
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| I’m saying, «Fuck the rapping», since I was a kid, I made it happen
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| On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting
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| Watch me snatch them up, $ 100,00 ransom, no subtracting
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| Front doors, tell your mans, don’t panic, open the drug stores
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| Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken
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| As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens
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| Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys
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| Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes
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| Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor’s bubble eye
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| Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action
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| Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing
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| Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks
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| Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile
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| Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils
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| A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency
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| I link with rich cats who’s pockets stay dirty
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| Like Diamond Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles
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| Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles
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| Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition
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| 15 for half a crest, them drug lord’s sniffing
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| Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska
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| Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured
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| By Philli-stinians, lesson’s on in this millenium
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| 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins
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| Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning
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| Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in We’re jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli’men
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| Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men
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| Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced
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| To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese yams
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| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| Innocent on some plead the 5th shit
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| Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit
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| Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots
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| See Doc’ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi
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| Don’t need to persue me, Soloman, the dominant
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| Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate
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| Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors
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| Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages
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| So, I’m contagious sick, touch my caliber
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| Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calender
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| Fuck, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass
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| with lead in his ass, caught in the rash
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| Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes
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| Villains got my world baptized
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| Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser
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| Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo
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| 38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso
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| When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes
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| So, what the fuck you suppose happened?
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| For calling me out, fuck rapping
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| We gun clapping, the sharp shooter
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| It be the case with the stolen ruger
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| And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler
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| Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted
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| In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard
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| Thug was, thug war… |