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And ahh... the secret of the hidden temple is that ahh
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You gotta listen, as I run it down the business
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The jungle creed, is that the strongest feeds, on any prey it can
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And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man
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Hahaha! Full swing for the jungle.
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John Bido in the house, it's a black man thing you wouldn't
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understand.
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Chorus:
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What cha gonna do when the world's on fire?
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I'ma light a spliff, and keep gettin higher
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The world's bout to end
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I don't give a fuck
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I ain't scared to die, niggaz put that on Chuck
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Verse One:
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Put me in a room with four gats and four clips
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Aimed at my dome and I bet I won't flinch
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At least I get to know I'm going out in a blast
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So either pull the trigger or you tricks better mash
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Cause I ain't afraid to kill neither
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I snatch your soul like the motherfuckin grim reaper
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I be the, man that worries not about life
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I'd rather piss in the wind than take a risk with eyes, yeah
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A brave man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths
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Fuck a right, I make a thousand lefts
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Cause I'm a motherfuckin thrillseeker
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You can't scare me with no bullshit threats, I ain't afraid to die
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Two:
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The world is on some old new-improved shit
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They building bombs everyday but screaming peace
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A piece of pussy nowaday could cost a nigga life
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The condom ain't shit, the rubber breaks and that's your life
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Babies havin babies knowin not what to do
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For some grown ass men, niggaz old as me and you
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Think a nigga fuck a kid needs his motherfuckin dick chopped off
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Cause youse a child molester, that ain't cool motherfucker
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Mamas keeping sons from their daddies
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What you sposed to teach him bitch? You ain't no man, youse a hoe
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Monkey see, monkey do
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What you want my son to act like me or act like you, shit
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I'm on the verge of suicide, so what's murder?
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Another casuality, cause mentally I'm damaged G
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So I ain't afraid, I ain't afraid to kill
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And I ain't afraid to die, motherfucker
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Three:
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A punk can be controlled by death threats
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A man's not a man if he can't take a stand and umm
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Confront your foes nigga everybody bleeds
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So fuck bowing down to another nigga's needs
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Curiousity, killed the cat
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And anybody gettin curious with mines is gettin disciplined black
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I lets the motherfuckin fo'-fo' click
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And that's the end of that big bad nigga shit [see-ya!]
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How can you be afraid of what's bound to happen
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You can't run and try to hide from death
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Death is univited, it's also at a shitty time
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Things can creep and snatch your ass up out your prime, I lives my
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life
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Agressively, succesfully, I press to be
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Demanding with myself and not profess to be
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You can't impress me with no bullshit threats
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I squabble any motherfucker out your set, motherfucker
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Chorus 2X
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Wha Cha Gonna Do
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| Bushwick Bill |
