[Lil Fame]
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Here comes the revolutionist, executionist
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Flip a triple six into three nines, cause a crucifix
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Each man holdin, no man foldin
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Coast is clear and Premier's in the green tank rollin
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Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
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They wantin to shut us down but the home team's here
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What? You act like you're sweet or something
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This ain't no Desert Storm bullshit war, we all dumpin
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CODENAME, Jamel wit non-strap
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Wit six clips of teflon, suited in camoflagued
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Got kevlar helmets wit masses
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Wearin mob gear in cause they try to infumigate us wit gases
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MISSION--to seek and destroy
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We were sent to get rid of you, make the situation critical
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First Family will gradually, lift that ass up like gravity
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And turn your body frame into a cavity
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NFO--that's No Fair Ones
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Watch me nine milly turn into a flare gun
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Sparkin wit the same marksman
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Known for gunnin and runnin and bombin
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Wit the ?lyrics? squeeze of my gun barkin, YA HEARD!!
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You know my family style
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I'm goin out wit my gun in my hand like Big Mal
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I ain't got nuttin to lose, so move on me if there's something to prove, fool
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This is war
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[Chorus]
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[Prodigy] "There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from"
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"So what you gonna do since you know now"
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[Guru] "There's a war goin on outside" "It's impossible to stop"
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[Guru]
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This world's a twisted maze, but I got the swiftest blades
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My swords they can slice and dice precise ways
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Those who come against me, can get blazed, sprayed and laid
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No trace, just a glimpse of my face, hittin the shade
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You look up, there's a full moon in the sky
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And all my would-be enemies, yeah they're soon to die
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Livin in this warzone, we frequent fly at home
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Many of us grow violent prone, ain't tryin to be dyin alone
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So I'ma take the competition wit me, Lord forgive me
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But a whole bunch, of blood-suckin punks, is out to get me
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In a flash of a moment, I slash vital components
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Tryin to scheme on me and my team bitch, you know we own this
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We can scrap, wit guns, knives, chains and bats
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Whatever baby, erase that ass quick fast off the map
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Plus they better bring, medical attention after I swing my weapon
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Won't be no recovery, no divine intervention
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No prevention, from gettin hung in the streets where I'm from
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'Nuff blood shed, this war's just begun
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[Chorus scratched and cut up x2]
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[Billy Danze]
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How many predators out there that want me
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That's how I stand off, NOW
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I come to diminsh every one of you blood suckers
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Hands off, lay em down NOW
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ALL CULPRITS, be alarmed
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First Officer Danze reportin for 'Nam
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When I'm bringin the storm, I'm all in
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Yes I done stepped in the chest of many men
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THEN AGAIN, it's a part of my persona like puff stumps and marijuana
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IIAAAH, ?soutch? em out, FIRE
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!--Lyrics End-->
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1/2 & 1/2
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| Gang Starr |
