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Verse
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(Bust it...now)
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This is a matter of utmost urgency
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You might even call it a police emergency
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Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G
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Wasn't sellin' out they tried to murder me
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Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do
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Never let a sucker get too close to you
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Heard 'em comin' ducked behind the wall
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Then saw the whites of his eyes the first one had to fall
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Another bug creeped up the fire escape
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Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late
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Lookin' like a scene from Real Life Vice
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The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice
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Uzi does it, come to think of it
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Dude had a nine, but his wasn't as fast as mine
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I heard the phone ring, should I answer?
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This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer
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And that is the final stage, my primal rage
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Began to rise and I started to fantasize
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How many more might try to rush the door
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And blast their way in, hell, I ain't stayin'
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I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat
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Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets
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What else could it mean? I know it ain't Halloween
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The cross in the background burnin' made a ill scene
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First I was panicky, then I was angry
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One creep even had a rope ready to hang me
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Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti?
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You come and vic Rob G any time you're ready?
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Fuck that, they had me trapped so I rushed back
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They tried to bust me but they don't have enough caps
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I dipped, dived, slipped, slid, they missed me
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I had to move quick or they was bound to get me
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One bullet grazed me, that didn't phase me
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What could I say? I was havin' a fucked up day
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Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger
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I shouted "Now let me hear you say nigger!"
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Well anyway, nobody spoke or went for broke
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The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke
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And everything got quiet, I don't buy it
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Just a second ago we had a riot
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They must be plannin' attack or settin' a trap
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Whatever the case you won't get this black
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Now I'm on the edge and there's no denyin' it
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Whatever the hell might work I'm tryin' it
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Thought I was a target that they could get right quick
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But I ain't goin' out like no statistic
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Another number, made me wonder
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How many other brothers they've put under
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I sat in the dark real still for a long time
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Didn't make a sound cos I've got a strong mind
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Made my way to the street, it was daybreak
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Must've fallen asleep, but for Pete's sake
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I didn't see the enemy tryin' to put an end to me
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The night before, my finger trigger was sore
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I went in the house to get a fresh clip
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And then I woke up an' shit...
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(It's a bad dream, man. That's all, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Guess I was just buggin' or somethin', man...)
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Bad Dreams
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Chill Rob G |