[Chorus 1 x1]
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Have they come to spill my blood
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Have they come to sentence me
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Will i leave here with my life my lord
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If the law man capture me
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[Chorus 2 x1]
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Have they come to spill my blood
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Have they come to sentence me
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Will i live to see the morning sun
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If the law man capture me.
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[scarecrow]
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Lord infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
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Nigga i come from the land down under
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Up the from the ground
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You don't want to rumble
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Or cry round
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Toss and tumble
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My voodoo do so my poetry
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Now chicken blood or poulty
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My victim been shook
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By a pack of coyote
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Soarin' through the night
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Down to the trees, packed tight
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With two some on shakes
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No rubber with a paratroop
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In fields with parachutes
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Down to the blue
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No matter however, can't hold em' for forever
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Dead or alive, with your body, i sprinkle rotten flower pedals
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Yes the consequences, are your choice, my dred
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Cause lord infamous will gain
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A healthy bounty for your head
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[dj paul]
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I'm wakin' up
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Tossin' and turnin'
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Like in a scuffle
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My words aren't clear, rarely i speak, speak
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My voice is muffled, muffled
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My hands over my face
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They done got me
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I'm startin' to feel woozy
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They done shot me
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The same fools i done creeped on, in his own sleep, sleep
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One them hoes survived
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Now they creeped on me
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[crunchy blac]
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Fool we got your ass now
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So what's up
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Isn't you quiet, just because we got your ass muff
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Muffled like bag your mouth
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Shouldn't of ran your mouth
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Talkin' about you gonna creep
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While we was sleep, but it was just no doubt
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[scarecrow]
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Now the tables have turned
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And in the mist of the morgue
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Your funky sould burn nigga
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[Chorus 1 x1]
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[Chorus 2 x2]
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[gangsta boo]
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Ten times out of twelve
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Nine times out of ten
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Gansta boo is in it to win
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Prophet rider till the end
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Smokin' weed
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Gettin' twisted more and sippin' havin' thoughts
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Thoughts about a nigga
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I remember what that trick had bought
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Kept that visine in my purse
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Get a rental car from hertz
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Call my niggas from the three 6, tell em' about the plan first
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Ooh weeee
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Can it be, another song we done made
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Fakin' on no damn jacks
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A bitch gots to get paid
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Come on prophets, now it's on
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Nigga, it's like that home alone
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Like white boy fuckin'
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Lets go get this bitch
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Man nigga gone, done deal stupid trick
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Now you know this lady bitch
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Swing go gets high
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Scott free with your shit
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[juicy j]
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For all the dirt
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That i did to my wife
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Forgive me lord
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Each and every night
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Croked cops
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Pull a gun don't fight
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Blow you away, leave you out of sight
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Search a nigga from the shirt to pants
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Nothin' on me
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But a sack ass can
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Cannon i, with empty shots
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Bucket clean
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They find a couple of grams
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Tons of dope
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That that nigga don't know
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The juice man
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Can't be cuttin' no bro
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Tryed the cuffs
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But the nigga didn't go
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Broke his throat
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With a quick left blow
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Now it's on, and the chase begins
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Cuttin the corner, shirt blowin' in the wind
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Dog on my trail
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And he pickin' up the scent
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K-0 cops
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Kill a four legged friend
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Jump in the lex
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Voodoo like a hex
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Dog confused, in they mind complex
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Fuck the red light, ballin' on my set
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Cops on my trail, cause i let you rest
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Hop in the car, ran two more blocks
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Put in reverse, then i heard the gun shots
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Doin' a hundred, so i couldn't get popped
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Officer friendly, on the trip nonstop
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[Chorus1&2...till fade]
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Spill My Blood
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| Three 6 Mafia |
