Verse 1:
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The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
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For even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
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Please tell me the price to pay to make it home
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Take control, I'm makin' doe, but not enough to blow
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J O's, they lust my flows, but A-yo
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I don't trust a soul, I know I need to
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These evil streets will meet you
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Halfway than eat you, alive
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Tryin' to survive illegal, I leave you lost
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Bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
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Sacrife your life to a higher force
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Than I stomp your corpse, it's the Bronx of course
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Recognize the acsent, one of the last livin' still in action
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General assassin', catchin' an erect, blastin' any tech
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Smashin' any chest, passin' any test
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Charles Manson in the flesh, any last requests
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Before ya meet your maker, so would your reaper wake up
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Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker
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I'll take ya straight to hell and fill your heart with maden
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Incareate your fate in Satan's firey lake
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Than I lock the gate, make no mistake
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The Shit Is as Real as Joe, we follow the killers code
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One becomes the you, tell me, where do you go?
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Nowhere to run, hide or find you
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In silence you scream and even if you kill me
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I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams
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Hook:
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You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk
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From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk
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Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
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Watch the left rack, It ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
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Verse 2:
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You made a grave mistake, shouldn't of come here
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You changed your fate, your brains will make a debut on the table
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When I raise the stakes, the pain is great
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But only for a second, is starts strong your lesson
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Is when your restin'
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The Armaggedon set in, left him with so much stress (B.S.)
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Left him with no regrets (yes)
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Welcome to hell son, the threshold of death
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Face the serpent, I blaze the person
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You get laced for certain
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Even Jakes don't trace the work
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So close the curtain, I'm hurtin', head serverly
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Really tryin' to bring the pain
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There's nothing more satisfing then when you cryin' screamin' my name
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It's not a game, it's Purple Rain
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Floods and blood stains, Big Puns my thugs name
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Bustin' my gun, that's my love thang
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Slit the jug vein, snatch your Atam's apple
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John Madden tackle your corpse
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Then hoist it on the cross at the Taben Ackle
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That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body till it burst
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The curse of Viva, slangin' ? first,
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I'm worse than anything you ever been through
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Sick in the head and mental, essentially meant to be so ?
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When you awaken, your manhood will be taken
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Faken like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination
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Hook (X2)
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Verse 3:
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It's hard to analize, which guys is spies
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Be advised people, we recognized who lies
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It's all in the eyes chico
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We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
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Theives in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star
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I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
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Stash a million in the stash
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Passport with the gas , first name and last
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Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
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Give me the mini shottie, I body a nigga for a penny probably
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Im obligated to anything, if it's crime related
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If it shine I'll take it, sill in my prime and I finally made it
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I hate the fact that I'm the last addition
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Probably stash magician, could of went to college and been a mathmatician
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Bad decisions kept me out the game
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Now I'm strickly out for cream, doin' things to fiends
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I doubt you'll ever dream, my teams the meanest thing you ever seen
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Measured by the heavens King, down to the devls mesimean
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I never scream so loud, I'm proud to be alive
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Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
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So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
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It's not what crews the livest, when the survivers who's the wisest
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Hook (X2)
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You Ain't A Killer
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| Various Artists |
