You know god, the devil is acting a mother fucking fool
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well yes, watch out for those buster
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busters and you never can trust them
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sooner or later gotta me a hafta dump them in the ocean
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and them them girls around them we gonna get rid of them, second
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Watch that four blown, gage on time (tragic, tragic, tragic, tragic)
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And you know that cinnnomon bread that you didnt want to give me?
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So when me get down, me bring my rotwilder round
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and make them shake that thang
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The raven in my eyes got me going against the grain
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If you purple like the rain
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Feel me nigga now check the grip, Get rich quick or die
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Some can't get rich so god damn quick, so they suffer and get high
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God fearin niggas, who sin and make they ends
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Corner store ballas who cant think without they gin
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Mandadory consequence if you spit this busnuiss splittin rocks
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Bullets connect with red dots, shit this ghetto red hot
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A vision like twelve monkeys, split the blunt and fill her up
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We ready to cuss and dump on niggas who wanna buss
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Spittin 45 and newer nines mindstate on barrcudda
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nigga watch the heat cuz the heat will seek and the heat will go right through ya
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My mouth a make an attitude and hall game
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Street chemist ghetto star dealin with the pain
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They say "Andre Nickatina keep it comin"
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the game done got so thick that I cant even have a woman
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Let me look into your eyes, witness all the lies,
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somewhere down the line you made a grown man cry, why?
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Raven in my eyes put a man to test
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Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
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You know me keep on singing
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The raven in my eyes put a man to test
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And I say
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Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
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You know me keep on sayin
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A raven in my life put a man to test
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And you know me sayin
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man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
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B. Adams do ya still love me?
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Cuz your first born is struggeling (tragic tragic tragic)
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and its hard to stay drug free, mama do you love me?
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Raven In My Eyes
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Andre Nickatina |