Cut that mike up for me Bass
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Let's do this thang boy, Deadly Sounds right back at ya
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Can't stop none of this ? playa
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Check this out
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Chorus 2x:
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They don't want this chorus
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All they want is Murder
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They Don't Feel My Pain
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But they gone feel my presence
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Radio Scratch: (They've done, they've done
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had a lot of hard times)
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And I've been stressin since a adolescent
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Verse 1:
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Now I aint never robbed rallys
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But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's
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We love to smoke
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As I recall I heard you mention my name
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What you love to see me stressin?
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This aint part of the game
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You must be high
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Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head
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You hear me
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I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me
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Ya feel me
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400 years of pain and now this
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It's like them cock roaches got you trained, just like a Bitch
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You see they smile in yo face
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Now what they after
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And now they wanna take my place
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Them Back Stabba's
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Blucka Blucka, (Huh)I'mma Get You Sucka
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We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
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And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
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Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain
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It's simple mathematics
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When you go ballistic
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Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
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It ain't like Mr. Rodgers
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I learned the game, but it wasn't from the Dodgers
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Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
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Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin'
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Cause food was missin'
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And my tattoos tell a story
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I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
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I know he see me, I'm runnin but I aint movin'
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It's like a dream cause all they want is Murder...
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That's what it seem
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Chorus 2x
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Come meet me in the projecets
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Cause it's a set-up
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And the only way to stop, (is what) watch him get wet up
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Aint no since in you fakin' with me
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I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me
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Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
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I'm puttin fresh flowers on my empty grave (Damn)
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Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one
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Shit they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
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It's confusing I'm losing pieces to a broken puzzle
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Russion Ruolette to my head it's down bubble muzzle
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I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
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I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me
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The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
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Gettin letters and pictures, I know they people miss em'
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Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
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Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection
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Who do I believe in really, I put my faith in GOD
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I was dealt some Bad Cards, He's fightin' in school yards (What)
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And fightin' at night behind bars
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The Devil hit me wit a Murder Charge, All they want is Murder Boy...
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Stressin
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C-Murder |