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The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
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no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done
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And it don't matter when you come
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really don't matter where you're from
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won't matter where you run
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up
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Bottom line with your business
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You gotta get a spot to handle it
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Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin'
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Me ? is my best friendm there's my best friend
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And I really can't serve and swerve and Henessey
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seepin' down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep)
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See the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots
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Then, niggas goes (home) to get the ? when about the block
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Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to
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Oh, I think he better not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerous
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My niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin'
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snatchin' up strangers, anyone
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None remaining, I get 'em all finished
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Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin' me ?, fuck it, set (pilliows) on fire
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Thought it was over, niggas never the silence
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I'm on the rise with a gun here I come
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Niggas ain't no muthafuckin' where to run
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fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide
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Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb
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Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine, crime I
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find and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surprise
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Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
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You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up a knife and slice
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And I'll pick off any who's ?, 'til your enemy dead
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We gon' meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled
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and to show you it's not ?, I go to beat you
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Chorus
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past
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from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers
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If you really bold enough, shot it, and I might blow up, rippin' apart they
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shoulders
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Go on', but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin'
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if you late to pay my money back on time
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And you better drop a dime or get fucked up
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And your people won't find it all funny
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Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong
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ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil' reason or purpose
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to pack a slug right in his head; hit it
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Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick
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Shit, but at least it be my honor
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ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit 'em like I'm Jefferey Dahmer
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But yet I'm ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you
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Thinkin' to get you, nigga wig-split you
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What a pretty full blue moon
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On the streets to get bodies soon
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and I thought that we miss you
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Every night we actin' fool
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Better move yourself a little quicker
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fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath
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No place to go stash what he left for me
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Burner, hot incinerator, gotta 'em burnt to ash
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'Til he nothin' but dust, I'm gonna keep bustin', from cussin'
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Murda let's them pull triggers
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All of my niggas are devious
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What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas?
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Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners
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Here, there, gotta get 'em all finished
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Anyone brave? I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants
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Every chance Flesh get 'em all diminished
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Chorus
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier
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My troops come swoopin' through to do the shootin'
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refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, G
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Didn't cost me, I'll be damned
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Now toss me the Mossy Slam and the shells
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(so the wind burn, saw a tint of light)
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?, we spill 'em, tamin' fools
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I load up my barrel, insane, who's to blame?
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Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won't show none mercy
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Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me
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You feelin' it worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg
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Hear the niggas' triggers peel 'em, off in the coffin
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chalk around 'em white, bloody red
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Afta Maff, nigga, that's your ass
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Buckin' with the boss in from Cleveland, and achievin'
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goes on the west for heaven's sake I say
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Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot)
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| and wonder where the demons cl |
