What...what...yo...
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(Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
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(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
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(Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
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(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame
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(Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
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(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
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(Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
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(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame
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We detroit niggaz
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The illest breed of niggaz to breathe
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Detroit niggaz Kill on the street
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Kill an mc
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Kill on the beat
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Kill on the creep
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Kill in my sleep
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Kill with my peeps
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Kill a nigga
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Ha! kill with my heat
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Got them not moving their lips like ventriloquists
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Issue the hit empty the clip until his ten becomes six
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Trampoline you off your feet in the form of flips
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Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick
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I got niggaz like it's a walk to school worth my goods
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I got niggaz pumping for blood in the heart of your hood
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The fact remains you're better off praising our name
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Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change
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Fuck that all y'all strange niggaz to me
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Fuck that my niggaz'll hang niggaz for me
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You living or dying? nigga you know I'm gripping the iron
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For the drama your man is a bitch and I'm itching to try him
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Chorus x 2
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I promise to live on the side of the tracks
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Where witnesses is frequently trading shoes for ? tags
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We want war so we coming to get it in blood
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And we ain't leaving without something to put in the mud
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Pleading for your life with more one-liners than rhyme fights
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Backfire on niggaz who don't handle their mind right
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Shine bright and we straight thug niggaz with problems
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Just making it known long as we got them then y'all got them
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Got it listen that's your brain talking to you
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You did what i said you'd do look what I led you to
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I'm above your hood so i can dead you too
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You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to
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I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you
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Be a man set an example what a baller would do
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Him and all his crew can fall in to
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The wrath of the 17 shot exposure I told you!
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Chorus x 2
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Size you up six feet couple inches
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Sneak attack a cat who naps with slow senses
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Red dot gun cocked picture me missing
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Aim precise steady hand and start spitting
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I'm hard hitting and ready to disregard living
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I call life hell I call bars prison
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You all off rhythm trying to ball wit' him
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Worse off, trying to brawl wit' him all fall victim
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Slow down guy before your brakes fall off
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And you crash into something that ain't that soft
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You ain't that raw gun in your face what's up now?
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Pleading to make it right you need to say goodnight
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Chorus to fade...
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Royce 5'9
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? wise guy
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What nigga
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Take His Life (featuring Wallstreet)
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Royce Da 5'9'' |