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[K-Rino]
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Yo! There was a war in South Park
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Two o'clock of day time the sky was dark
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I'm running thru blacks smoking dirt
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Saw Point Blank on MLK looking hurt
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He said:
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[Point Blank]
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Dopefiend set me up
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Now I'm backtracking myself to see why I done fucked up
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Bet, K-Rino, get the gat for me
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I think I don't got the nuts, I wants you to pulls on me...
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[K-Rino]
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Blank, you better think before your life's scrambled
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What you want me to tell Nip? (On the fen, no trouble)
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A-Ight, man, let's get this shit straight
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What tool should I use?
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[Point Blank]
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I afford a .38 to the dome cause to bad dreams I'm prone
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I'm tired of this world, Lord, I'm ready to come home
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I can't handle it, I'm so afraid I might damage ya
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So I drop to my knees and use it to my advantage
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K, it's funny to think I was making a lot of money
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Felt in love with Dollar signs and I guess it grew on me
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But in reality I fucked up a lot of minds
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Bestroyed braincells now I'm loosing mind
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I'm on the edge and I'm about to jump off
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So I'm a sacrafice myself and take it as a loss
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It was was hard to choose but I chose the bullet
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K, you supposed to be my nigga, now pull it...[Gunshot]
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[K-Rino]
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So I bailed out and my pace sped
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Running full speed while my chest and my face bled
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Def Busy didn't know exactly...
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Who I was cause he charged me with his gun point at me
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Saying:
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[DBX]
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Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you
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K, can't trust up on me like that?
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But, ey yo, I take this TV, Eyque's bargaining at the back
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But you be flipping on all the shit, who wants some?
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So much shit I got entertainment center in my bathroom
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I heard explosions, screams and shootings
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We ran here for ammos of keyboard pianos
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and ended up looting
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Perfect timing like Rainman and my main man...
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Came up with a game plan to steal a van
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You coming or what, man?
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[K-Rino]
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So we ran to a shack
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Ten brothas broke us down with a sneak attack
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For trying to fight them off
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I felt a bone of my fist cracked
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They tied us to some dynamite, I thought we would loose out
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Till Murder One came and blew the fuze out...
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[Murder One]
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Murder One fear no danger
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My main lady, the 380, taking out mothafuckas
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Hanging in South Park core, watch me in Guess
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Some young punk pulled a gun against Jess
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(Then what happened?) I remember I was packing
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I felt like Clint Eastwood but smiling when I was capping
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Yo, you know how the story goes
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Minding what's my car is
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to my system it's Volvos and Vogues
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See, like trouble followed me
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I'm not a follower, another brotha made history
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A cop came in accident, a gunshot at liutnetant
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It was A.C. Chill...
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[A.C. Chill]
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Gunfire, gunsmoke, mothafucka's neck broke
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But I be fucking, facing him choke
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In South Park it gets dark, I find a sharp dart
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So I stuck it in a fool's heart
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Cause they tried to blow my hood up
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But as fast as they step up I gotta light their ass up
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And that was why and still why
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I had to let mothafuckas live, now I gotta let them die
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Cause it's my responsibility...
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To shoot a mothafucka in the face if he fuck with me
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A.C. is the name you should remember
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Cause I can make it hot as fuck in the middle of December...
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[K-Rino]
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So we jumped on the back of A.C. Chill's truck
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Riding full speed, both of the wheels stopped
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Time to pack up, loaded the Mac up
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Went to Hiram Clarke to scoop Greek for some back-up...
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[Greek]
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The only one tragic from hard hitting Hiram Clarke
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Strapped, under my arm is arabian ????? shark
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Jumped in the truck, now we heading back to South Park
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It's up to me to keep this shit
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from spreading to Hiram Clarke
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Made out a plan to stop everyman in cold blood
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Cop in a van, drowning in a rhyme blood
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Riding down the road, that's when we seen them coming, shit
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Nothing but ????? cause we slaughtered their ass quick
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Synchronized my watch to see how fast I can be, quick
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To go against the Greek you gotta the mind of a flea tick
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Try by the mic and die by the mic says it all
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My last words was, 80 gats pointed at me: fuck ya'll! [Gunshot]
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[K-Rino]
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K.O. was knocking out suckers
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Nip was jumping out of buildings close, hanging mothafuckas
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I told them both to run fast
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The Terrorists showed up with both their faces in one mask
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Grimm and Egypt-E showed up
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They drove up in their ride, hit the breaks and it blew up
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Some suckers tried to get some
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Here come The Beholder, I told him to bring a bomb...
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[The Beholder]
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K-Rino, you know I got them
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so I beat them down and drop them
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Cause I don't give a fuck about them
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As I stalk the streets of South Park
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I'm ripping rappers apart
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Cause dead men don't talk
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You up against a badguy who's up to no good
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And this man wears a hood
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So when I step up, step back
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Cause I'm fully prepared to go all out cause I'm all that...
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[K-Rino]
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I ran over to a phone to call C-Rock
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Step in the booth, tried to break but the door was locked
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Yo! In a place filled with gas Ganksta Nip broke the glass
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And pulled me out before I choke my ass...
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[Ganksta Nip]
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What's up, K? What's up with you?
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The seven serial psychopath South Park psycho to the rescue
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You a-ight? Wake it up
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And just for that I fiend to start fucking the country up
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Piece by piece, a limb by limb
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The night is dim, to live chances are very slim
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Ganksta Nip, the Lord of Darkness
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Now I lay me down to sleep in my holy South Parkness...
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War In South Park
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| K-Rino |
