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Yeah we hear now! Die motherfucker don't get scared now die motherfucker Black Child I'm off parole it's Murder now in a hood near you about to burn it down word to God it feels like I'm from every hood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should it's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together nigga fuck the crossroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns it's war now it's all about paper that's my issue fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol
Chorus (2x)
Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die motherfucker die! It's your life everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared Die motherfucker Die! That's your life
Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills but don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded 2 shots thru and silent and 1 nigga stripped of his talent new fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict bust guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherfuckers! Feel me niggas!


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