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Intro: Dom Pachino, (Killa Sin)
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The cook out, yo, everybody's invited
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only the righteous shit
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(only the righteousness, open the bowl kid)
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the god degree (nothing but righteousness)
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the seeds (and uplefted)
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yo, check it (word up, kid, for real)
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(it's a family thing, celebrate this shit)
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[Dom Pachino]
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it's the big day, rally with gods
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cars parked up in the driveway
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in the trenches with the suspenses
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got to make a few stops get some shit from the pit stop
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build with the god ree he's on the block
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we did our bid together on the sixth building
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smoked shit at rec time to keep our mind's filled in
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spoke to killa sin on the bowl phone
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wanted me to scoop him right quick, before we zoned
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hit downtown medina, my spot's blown
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killarmy in your galaxy, the gods is known
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from war poems to shattering bones and star domes
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zone off, blow your clone off, and take the crowd home
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to the cook out, digital phonebook out
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on the look out for the girl scout
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with a cookie out, snatch killa up
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i-95, he knew the route
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unified a buck, in a war truck
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the god rolling up as usual
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new l.p. shaking the rear view
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slowly approaching the gate
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smelling the god degree
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to see my fam together as one, it makes me happy
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Chorus: Beretta 9 (2x)
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Events like this keep my family tight
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despite the mics, great minds think alike
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we ayalite, be a life, so, we could see the lights
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recite from the book of life, the book of life
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[Islord]
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aiyyo, to be exact, it's the god dead, a monk
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nice and hot, fastest ass on the block
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that's what we peeped out
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coming through with some phat shit to smoke out
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on our way to the big day, where our whole family's at
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from the grandmas down to the stars
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parlaying and having a fantastic time
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hanging out, cooking out, smoking out of my dome
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peace with the gods niece that i knew
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back from knowledge culture knowledge
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apartment 3-g, sitting back with me
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gradually, analyzing the sunshine over the family
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and the seeds growing up tremendously
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fast right before your eyes
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next thing you know they on size
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[Killa Sin]
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all my life a waited for this, a day of pure bliss
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celebrate it with a kiss, twist a daq' a reminise
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way back, to the broke days, rocking prokays
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that was okay, but not good enough for mrs. fokay
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damn, i used to love her like common
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not enough to understand the bond between woman and a man
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when i hunger, i guess because i was younger back then
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plus the fact i wasn't packing no meat
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a litte fat kid, hungry for some action daily
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so i played laser tag with real gats
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suicide perhaps a skully by the black fence
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intense, my mind flashed a dipped in '96
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yo, i'm on now, soldiers of the dark', underground hit
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plus some shit, regardless, i made it that way
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growing from the earth like a garden
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sarving no more this kid is famished
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awaiting for the day that me established
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the festival of the gods and the planets, we planning understanding
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god damn, it feels good to have a natural meal that's untampered with
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landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef
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pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild in the grass
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singer foul, form a line for this fool,
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settle down for there's a jewel in the stash
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(Chorus: 2x)
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Outro: Beretta 9
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Kid, word up
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The Cook Out
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Killarmy |