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(chorus) x2
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DIE!!!, I choose before you
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one by one we will pick you
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you will DIE!!!
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(fuck it....psychological)
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verse one:
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siccmade music comin up out yo seat
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catch the reeper night crawler creeper
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dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper
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I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper
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leave yo brains on yo speaker
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smash off in yo jeep
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do the bitches I'ma get real hostle
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get the signal model in stroddle
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smash down on the throddle
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more scratch than lucky luciano
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serve more mutha fuckas than gronnup
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creep up on ya like dunnup
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send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled
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cause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed
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take ya wife rape her no caper
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tie the bitch to the bed
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don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
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real lunatic and sicc-fed
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and thats some sentimental shit
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I just might drip cream from my dick
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when I'm off that
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Smirnoff Gin mix with O.E. I'm hard and wet
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O.E. kept tellin' me no
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but this Smirnoff Gin kept tellin' me YES
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mess maker raper
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all about my paper
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throw yo hands over yo eyes
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as yo thoughts intensify yo will (DIE!!!)
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(chorus) x2
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(deep voice)
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greetings..have a seat
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let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement
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we've heard you've been busy
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AHAHA we've heard you've been busy
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we've learn from above that you've been
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doin' a little bit of this
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doin' a little bit of that
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stealing peoples scratch
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stabbin' in the back
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we don't think its FAIR !
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when we found you you were nothing
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now you are our nothing
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is there room for unrest
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die.... YOU WILL !!!
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(chorus)
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I promise
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verse two:
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I'm Wes Craven on paper
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so plug yo pussy clips
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cause I get sicker than a sifilous dick
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and yo mama won't like my shit nigga
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admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi
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loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next
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me I do hot sex
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razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck
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then I write my shit next
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so feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit
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the wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through
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yo eye you will
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I got this endo suckin me dry
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I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
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bout to wet the bed up
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it was the perfect setup
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bloody sheets (bloody sheets)
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no body (no body)
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no murder weapon
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I got this endo suckin me dry
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I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
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it was the perfect setup
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bout to wet the bed up
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bloody sheets
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no body (no body)
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no murder weapon
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(chorus) x4
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thats why we die x8
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thats my name don't wear it out
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you don't know about my whereabouts
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1 Die 1
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Brotha Lynch Hung |