(Intro)
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Parlez-vous anglais?
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Amadeus the Stampede
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Coup de Grace
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(Verse)
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Gather your guns revolution hasn't begun
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But it's about too,might have to splatter someone
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The game's all me, that's the reason they called me
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Full metal jacket,blaze on me,c'est la vie
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Voulez vous coucher avec pistolet
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Cognac and champagne,I got leaped the way
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Give a fuck what the people say
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Kid I fuck shit, I love this
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Squad made to be triumphant
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Parlez-vous anglais?
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Kid I Bombay
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Leave cities in ashes,
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Like it was propane
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Je suis la que le shone, I blaze chron
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Deny any of this shit pop and it stays
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Que rescision du la vava
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Flow is like lava
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Easy partner, we tied in like Sinatra
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Bomb the square dance live armada,
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Might pull a peace in retard du cart
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(Chorus x2)
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Danger, bang as the rifle hold up
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Change the game, it derive with soldiers
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Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands
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Coupe de Grace
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This is what it becomes man
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(Verse)
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Trenches now arm they defend the town
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My friends are down,smoke shit ,blunt a cow
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Rap magician, elementary my petition
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Matches spitting my writings,written on affliction
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Catch the picture ,I'm chafing up
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The crack in kitchens
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After that I'm meeting up the ave in pictures
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Stand penal,you know these MC's
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Don't foresee note the boat over oceans of speed falls
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We go harder, and I'm battered in key lows
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The speed, coke, methamphetamine,pills and weed smoke
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Natural mistery, this is actual history
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Trade a verse for a gun, a statue of liberty
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Essential,don't believe check my credentials
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Take the offensive, dig in inside your mental
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Cross the intro, it's simple
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I spend those grenades pin flows
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Hip hop is a nympho
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(Chorus x2)
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Danger, bang as the rifle hold up
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Change the game, it derive with soldiers
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Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands
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Coupe de Grace
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This is what it becomes man
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(Verse)
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I'm enforcing , pour blaze like a swordsman
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Take precautions it's on now we're warring
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Early morning ,associates will bring you more in
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Sold the storm in, when I'mma dance performing it
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This is that official crap,pistol slap
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Get your shit blown back,like a whistle stack
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Hit the track like great trains
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Letting the ave bane
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We go together like late pregnancies and weight gain
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Take aim,maintain steady we braise them
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Shoot 'em on sight, put that on my snake chain
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War party, call a colonel for more bodies
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Three gunmen , two nines, and four shoties
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Born hard, trues are hard call Ghandi
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Send a course jolly three holes return cali
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Flowers in any city ,getting busy with me
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'Til I will come back, and leave 'em with shitty skivvies
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(Chorus x2)
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Danger, bang as the rifle hold up
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Change the game, it derive with soldiers
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Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands
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Coupe de Grace
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This is what it becomes man
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Coup de Grace
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| Alterbeats |
