[Verse 1]
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The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
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Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
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Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
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Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
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J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
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That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
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halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
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I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
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Sacrife your life to a higher force
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Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
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One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
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Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
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Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
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Any last requests before you meet your maker?
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Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
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I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
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Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
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Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
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When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
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Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
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And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
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[Hook]
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You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
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From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
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Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
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From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
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[Verse 2]
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You made a grave mistake
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Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
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Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
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The pain is great but only for a second
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It starts strong then lessens
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Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
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Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
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Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
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Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
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Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
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I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
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There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
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It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
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Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
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I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
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John Madden tackle your corpse
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then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
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That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
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Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
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I'm worse than anything you ever been through
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Sick in the head and mental
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Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
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When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
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Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
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[Hook - 2X]
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[Verse 3]
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It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
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We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
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We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
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Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star
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I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
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With half a million in the stash
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Passport with the gas, first name and last
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Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
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Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
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I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
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If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
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I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
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Probably a stash magician
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Could of went to college and been a mathematician
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Bad decisions kept me out the game
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Now I'm strickly out for cream
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Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
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My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
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Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
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I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
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Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
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So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
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It's not what crew's the livest
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One that survive is who's the wisest
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[Hook - 2X]
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You Ain't A Killer
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Big Punisher |