{*thunder & lightning*}
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[Intro: Killah Priest]
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Crime, Crime Stories (Will someone help me?)
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Crime Stories (Someone help me)
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Crime Stories (I'm dyin)
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Crime Stories
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[Killah Priest]
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The mobster, long coat and brim hat, staggered in the rain
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Fallin, load the .38, breathin heavy, beneath a window pane
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Sideways from cop cars {*cop sirens*}, echoes through his ears
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And the rain blended with his tears, heart full of fear
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He's exhausted from the loss of blood, his head is drowsy
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He thought to his self, "Damn, all the fake niggas around me"
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So he fought off a thug, breathin heavy
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With the weapon in his hand that he held was deadly
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His face was sweaty
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Damn, what you do when you at the door of life and death?
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Plus you staggered 22 blocks, with a bullet in your chest
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Plus you soakin wet
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You might catch pneumonia, suddenly you smelt smell death's foul aroma
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It burnt his nose hairs like ammonia
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He inhaled deep then fell asleep
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Opened his eyes in Hell
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Where he saw every nigga he made the sale
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Every crack addict with a bad habit
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Every drug users and every needle abuser
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Never knew he worked for Lucifer
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He shut his eyes and opened them again (Yo)
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But still, he was there with the fire and brimstone
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This is your home (Uh-oh), that's it, end of poem
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(Help me! AGGGH! HELP! {*smacking sound*} HELP!)
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Crime Stories (Interlude)
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