Its over nigga one sandscript
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The heckler makes good fellas run frantic
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Guns i brandish make men vanish
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Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic
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Once me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance it
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no matter how you plan, you can't antic-
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ipate it, stupid nigga hestiated
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Now his remains be cremated
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(?)(?)(?) never debated
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The killings clean, its shyne related
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Do it like suicide can't retrace it
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Heckler Koch too hot? Gotta replace it
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Charge is murder, never attempted
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I tried, you died cause no defense is
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Strong enough to withstand my assault
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Before I go hit your safe and the vault
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They fled through the night (?)(?)
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Hitler hit ya, lives is lost
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Bodies is found dead, no remorse
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Gun fire to the tire, to exhaust
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Catch fire, we aspire to extort
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Kids with valuables in all resources
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Cops will never find where the corpse is
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While we driving 12's, and box porsches
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[Hook 2x]
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We cop their names and squeeze
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Hit the target, then flee
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So nigga tell me what you wanna do
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Is dying what you wanna do?
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Organized crime, mafia
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Touch mine got heckler koch for ya
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Daily news nigga, make ya popular
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Gone by the morn, while maggots rotten ya
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So be cautious, you don't wanna cross us
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Force us, to leave your body corpsed up
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(?)(?)(?)Tell em boys horsed up
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While we fledding 12's 300 horsed up
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My hand never far from the safety,
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Fucking with me? too bad for your safety
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Nigga hard stares, kill that
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Before you find yourself tied up and kidnapped
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Chopped up, let em find out where your ribs at
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Days later; send it to your mom gift wrapped, get that?
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I say fuck a fist fight
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banana clip fights
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is what im into
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100 rounds into you
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for the torque and this aint interview
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shootin every inch of you
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then hit the mall and buy a mink or two
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Brooklyn gettin money, that be the principal
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[Hook]
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I got guns armstrong like BJ
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Have you runnin fast like its a relay
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race, pray once im reachin my weights
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No bullets (?) (?) and weights
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He dont know i kill armies
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Dont tell him when bullets hit him and figure like Tommy
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Get the picture, sweet dreams when i kiss ya
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Rock the sleep, wrap the sheets, call the priest
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Talk is cheap,
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Bullets pricly I make you pay me
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The cost might be
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An arm, a leg or an organ
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L.A to New York, fuck your origin
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Im killin, send national guards in
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To stop me
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Killed more crews than Motley
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Cop the
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Heckler 50 caliber
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Blaze andything standing my diameter
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[Hook]
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Die slow nigga, die slow
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Die slow nigga, die slow
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Die slow nigga, die slow
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Die slow cocksucker, die slow
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*Gun fire while beat fades out*
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Die Slow
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Shyne |