| Welcome
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| All foreign passports to the left
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| All resident passports to the right
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| Ya dig?
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| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work
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| I got guns that knock you off of this earth
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| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word
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| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves
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| Cause what you want that’s what we got
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| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop
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| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets
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| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z
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| Motherfucker I’m
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| Back with a vengeance, back with the business
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| I’m a vet with a pension, a man with a vision
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| I’m a man on a mission, so crowd around listen
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| This that hardcore heavy head bang, you’ve been missing
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| Go to Defcon one, if you don’t comply
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| I might explode like a meth lab, there is no rehab
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| Bitches need knee-pads, a pound of some Zig Zags
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| That last like Etta James, I’m back let the cage rap
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| Charles Bronson, visionary marksman
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| Heartless, leave your intellect on your carpet
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| I don’t really start shit, I just like to finish it
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| dismember with a hacksaw, getting rid of it
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| I’m so militant, you so Gilligan, killing it
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| Heard you want the coast on your back
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| Yo, be careful what you wish for, good luck with that
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| You could be found in your trunk, with your chest collapsed, relax
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| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work
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| I got guns that knock you off of this earth
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| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word
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| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves
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| Cause what you want that’s what we got
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| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop
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| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets
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| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z
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| Motherfucker I’m
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| Made for the masses, chromed out classics
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| Block after block, when I park so Jurassic
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| Cameras start flashing, everybody asking
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| Harassing, suck my dick with six aspirins
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| That’ll keep your head tight, back from the afterlife
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| Locked in my hurt locker, built up my appetite
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| You need your name in lights, when I just need a mic
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| And I can level any playing field, like a sheet of ice
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| It’s going down like when you cuffed, and they read your rights
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| I’m going higher, better bail, if you’re scared of heights
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| I’m ritual killing prepare for a sacrifice
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| Roll her like a pair a' dice, lounging in paradise
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| Jealous niggas want to feed, like a parasite
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| Burn leeches off with cigarettes, I just need a light
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| I been around, seen the press get it shut down
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| I’m stadium status, the crowd got to move NOW!!!
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| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work
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| I got guns that knock you off of this earth
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| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word
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| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves
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| Cause what you want that’s what we got
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| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop
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| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets
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| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z
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| Motherfucker I’m
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| A man dies once, a coward dies a thousand times
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| Your bitch asses on nine hundred and ninety nine
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| You only got one more, you better make it last
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| Before a lay this hurt locker to your fucking ass
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| Lock chop choppers, chop shop droppers
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| Fresh state to state until the feds came knocking
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| Call us in the clutch when your shows ain’t popping
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| When your hoes ain’t dropping, when your flows ain’t rocking
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| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work
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| I got guns that knock you off of this earth
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| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word
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| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves
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| Cause what you want that’s what we got
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| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop
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| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets
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| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z
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| Motherfucker I’m |