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come on let's go
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put this under your belt
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Chorus
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Smell the gunsmoke
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repeat
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I be having homicide running through my mind
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Don't know what's up with me
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Shit fuck with me all the time
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Eating at my spine
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Motherfucka in my prime
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How you gonna get yours
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when you're too busy getting mine
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Now look is this murderous criminal
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coming through
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if you think it's eroc then the subliminals
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is working on you
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there's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
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cant come straight from fudge
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I got a bloody grudge
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Dead bodies lying all around me
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but the real murderers aint never got no bounty
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count it coroners as we sitting as statistics
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with this ass if you think this
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blast is coming from my residential district
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There's something that I think you should know
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is the motherfucking g.. from the eastside ho
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peep my flow creep by slow
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see all my folks is broke
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survival for the cautious and the low
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get a whiff of my gunsmoke
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chorus
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Im getting white hairs
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from the nightmares everynight
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cos somebody's got a contract
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on my life
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im in a gang that's in an all out war
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they join me in when
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they knife my umbilical cord
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so it begins with a slap on the ass
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now you in into white people's ass tricks
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you here so fast we already made your casket
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while its got one buck
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so the phrase gunshot
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gets hella tide
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cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried
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skeletons deep down in the ocean
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cos them slave ships had that three stop motion
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coasting down fulton on the mississippi river
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all across this end
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motherfuckas saying down nigga down nigga
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it all started when we start producing scratch
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some of my homies got no legs attached
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without no food up in the fridge
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you aint go never have peace
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cos with a trigger
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you can finger fuck without no grease
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chorus
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Up to the moon
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repeat
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I say fuck the whole judge and the jury
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my mind got delirous
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my eyes got blurry
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had my uncle strapped to the chair
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hands oxtied
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breathing in gas
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breathing out carbon monoxide
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whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel
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cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial
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make the ghetto concentration camps every mile
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so march your ass through the gas chambers single file
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whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv?
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more peoples die starvation and tv
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see me with an angry face and a beanie
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cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy
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its what ive been through
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im like sinecue
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what i got you got to get it put it in you
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the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
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show em we aint no joke
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let them choke off the gunsmoke
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chorus
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Gunsmoke
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The Coup |