| If it’s on I’ll kill my own like a Civil War
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| This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for?
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| It’s over, pour into my bullet tips
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| Split you open like a pinata cuz you full of shit
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| Manana nigga I’ma do you non-believers bad
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| With heavy artillery like Sigourney Weaver had
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| Cuz you an alien or foreigner up in the town
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| Either you or I, do or die about to shut you down
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| Bout to hunt you down like elk in the woods
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| In the hood nothin' else expected
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| Accept it, it’s what I protected
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| No excuse, nothin' else respected
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| Known to shoot whenever we tested
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| Shit is about to get hectic, Chaos!
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| You gone need the sounds to bring you back from where you rested
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| May God Bless it
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| I’m agnostic so keep that!
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| Pure toxic up in your eyes, nigga peep that
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| We know where you sleep at
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| As we speak my peeps is mashin'
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| And we know that you weak ass bunglin' bitches is who we snatchin'
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| She catchin' hollow rounds
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| Shots to the head make a hollow sound
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| Got away with murder, PARANOID! |
| I push this bottle down
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| One sip put the bottle down |
| And blaze a blunt this one’s for you
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| Now you rest in peace, no hard feelings bitch I swear it’s true
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| If it’s necessary Black Market do what’s called for
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| And best believe when it’s time for war we all go
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| And we all know nothin' comes before this chessboard
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| Two knights and kings fightin' screens, yes Lord
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| I’m spittin' venom like a moccassin
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| Grab a Glock, CHAMBER, droppin' men
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| DANGER, in my RANGER, and I got to win
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| DELUSION, no ain’t no killin' X-Raided cuz I refuse to
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| Bet all them fools’ll know, funk if they want it they got it
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| All my proponents is riders committin' murders sporadic
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| We quick to get up inside ya blow out your thigh boy
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| Psychotic shootin' while yellin' «You got to die Boy!»
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| Never should’ve crossed me, flossy glossy like fresh made varnish
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| With a reputation too solid to be penetrated and tarnished
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| Harness rage, it’s strong, let it loose and you flagrant
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| Produce a strap from my draws, introducin' slugs to the vagrants
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| Statements was made so foul, niggas is funny style
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| Tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile |
| But all the while, you thinkin' muthafuck X-Raided
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| But in your heart, you never really felt you could fade it
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| Debate it, what I represent nigga, this G.B.C
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| Northern Cali freeway from the Sac-Town back down to the M.S.G.'s
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| So hit the freeway, no lee-way cuz this ain’t your zip code
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| You keep your lip closed
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| Or you get those lips swole
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| We got your shit exposed, stay the fuck away from us
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| We’ll light you up and disappear like we vaporous
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| My cavaliers, wearin' battle gear, run up in your fort
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| Put bullet holes in your shorts
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| Left you dead on your porch
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| Then we torched your spot, my cohorts got counts calculated
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| Shout out you hate it
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| That’s what you get for doubtin' X-Raided
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| Deport your corpse in where the cops’ll never bother to look
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| Rigormortis decompose you, served ya, bored, and now it’s over |