Pimp Up Through The...
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[Verse 1:]
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Pimp Up Through The Red See Like Moses The Coldest Phenenomenon
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Let Me Take Ya To The Place Where Giliteen Dreams And Triple Beams Make Bodys Do Triplelean
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If Its Seen Then Im In The Zone,Seein Red Lights Shootin Ova Ya Mothas Home
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Whats Going On 30 Thirty Red Dots Fly Live Ta The Dome For The Head Shot
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"Lookin From An Angle Strangle, You Can See Demons And Angels Tangle
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Weery Cuz The Niggaz Standin Near Me Cant See Me Or Hear Me
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I Will Murder U And Your Main Man Wit These Same Hands
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Closed Caskets Cant Hang Man, Its Hard To Explain Man, But My Game Plan
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Is Ta, Is Ta Take Em To That Same Land Where 357 Slugs On Shift
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And Wit 357 Slugs On Shift So Imma Show Where These Slugs Gone Fit
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Where The Fuck They Gone Fit? In There Arterys
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I Never Understood Why These Demons And Angels Came A Part Of Me
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Which Make Me Murder More Probably,In The Zone My Zone Get Zoned Out
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For The Wrong Bouts, Cuz Niggas Pullin Chrome Out Blowin Domes Out
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Let Reverse This Psycho Psychology, What The Fuck Is This Screamin Inside Of Me
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Its Gotta Be Demons Wit Mental IntelevityCatchin My Mysery Flippin These Clips And Open'n Up Seven Seas
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[Chorus:]
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When Demons And Angels Tangle, (One One One One)Its One More Way Ta Die
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(One One One One)Its One More Way Ta Die,( One One One One) One More Way To Die [X4]
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[Verse 2:]
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In The Night I Cant Sleep, Visions Of Demons In My Bed So I Aim Wit A Target
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These Mu Fuckaz Got My Mind In The Zone So I Pop Wit The Chrome And Im Born To Be Heartless
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And Reguardless, Im In The Wrong State Of Mind Im High, Im Wyped Off Off Some Laced Weed
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If You Bitches Outta Line When U Face Me, Betta Bring A Livin God To Erase Me, To Replace Me
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Cuz I Can Rise Every Night Wit The Glocks, And X Off The Man Kind
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Understand I Aint Playin To Defend Mine,I Want The World In My Palm In The Due Time When I Do Mine
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Cuz I Kill In Better Multitudes, Line Em Up And I Off Em Dude
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Say A Word And Im Offing You, Fuck Around Set Trip Get A Buzz And I Off Ya Crew
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What You Bitches Really Wanna Do, Wanna War Im In Thirst Mode
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I Was Born To React To The First Blow
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Leave Ya Body In The Spot Where The Hurse Go
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Let The Lord Sort Em Out When The Wind Blow
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Lucipher In The Physical, Fucked Around With The Spirital
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Demonized Individual, Hit Ya Wife Wit The Pump Make Her Jump 4 Feet Real High Like A Virtigo
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Say Hello To The Devil, Say Hello To The Devil Cuz Here I Come And You Cant Fuck , Cant Fuck Wit Me. [X2]
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[Chorus]
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Its A Level Behond Wrong And Devilish, Bringin Ta Life Some Shit Ya Should Never Wish
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We Bout To Settle This, Once And For All
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You Diein Tonight But It Wuddnt My Fault
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You Chose What The Fuck You Chose And Took That Road I Had To
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Take It Up Wit God Or Satan Bitch Or Blame That Hoe That Had You
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See Im At You , Look At The Evil That Cash Do
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Right Down To The Tip And A Mask You
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So Dont Ask Who When I Pass Throo And Mash Too
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Do The Math Foo, Aint No Hoes On This Side
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We That Gang You Dislike Fuck A Fist Fight These Thugs Betta Have They Shit Right
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Cuz Its Like This Forever Maybe Ta Slit Yo Wrist Is Betta
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Is You Slipped And Missed The Set Up, And Now You Hit And Spit And Wet Up
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Shit Done Led Up Ta This, Aint No Turnin Back At All
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Squeezin Wit My Back Ta The Wall, Leavin You Bleed And Even Retreivin That Stack From Ya Draws
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I Blast And I Pause, And Another Ranged Out, Isnt It Strange How
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We Comitte Murder Then Just Go And Hang Out Wit That Thang Out
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And A Dub Up In My Lungs ,You Get Done Up In My Slums
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Cuz The Come Up Got Us Sprung
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(One One One One)
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[Chorus]
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One More Way 2 Die
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Do Or Die |