Hook: [Sauldin]
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Live by the gun, die by the 4-pound (x7)
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[Killah Priest]
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I see demons in the atmosphere
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Gats appear out of nowhere
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Bloods and Crips, we thuggin it
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Niggas be lovin that shit
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Bustin they guns at that shit
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Look at shorty over there
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On the street corner, pack a heat on her
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Better warn 'em, about to be dead soon
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I saw the sign in the red moon
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Got me shakin in my bedroom
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Nervous, what's our purpose?
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So many churches
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Ask a reverend, do black kids go to Heaven?
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Pack a gat for armageddon
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Mac-11's, nowhere I'm headin
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Sellin cracks in seven's
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BC, LK, neatha
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>From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy
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Got my moma on her knees by the bedside
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Man won't fair with a suit and a necktie
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Chorus: [Sauldin]
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Fallin from Heaven and Hell, spendin our days
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askin for Christ, to come and change our ways
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It's cold in the night, chasin the night...
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Oh, father forgive us for what we've done
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Minds flippin, gotta focus
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But to think I was
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in and out when I wrote this
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but my boom over rates people that's hopeless, copeless
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Things seem like they never change, strange, damn
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Like the night thang, pain inflictin my brain
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Damn, man, try to maintain
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My, my, my composure puffin on dolja
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Feels like the heart gettin colder
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Black Priest from soldier, knows ya
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Part, then I fold ya, hold ya
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If you choose to bang wit me, hang wit me
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do ya thang wit me
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but I see angel seeds flyin thru my mind
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Cryin doin my time
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[Baracus]
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If all those forgive me for what I've done
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Live by the gun, die by the gun
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Screamin "bloody murder"
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Mo' murder, mo' murder, red rum, red rum
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My stun like Cofey
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You don't know my, I'm an O.G.
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Try to pop me, I'ma pop you
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Weddin day bitch, weddin die too
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Chorus
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[St. Nickolas]
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North, South, Mid-West, West, East Coast
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Wherever goin, keep the heat close
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Got some .45 slugs, make a nigga eat those
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If not, leave a nigga with some dead holes
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Throw his body in a deep hole
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Never fuck with no creep, oh
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Rose Cartel starrin the street show
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Finally layin back, shittin in a E-4
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20, between the bread and the trunk
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Hand on the pump
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Ready to dump on any man for a lump
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Actin like a bitch, is you a man or a chump?
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Many niggas stand in the quicksand and they sunk
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Nicky Bomb, Rose Cartel, Killah Priest
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Masada rolls thru the streets of the Middle East
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Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast
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Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast
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What? What?
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Chorus
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Hook (x7)
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[Sauldin] Father forgive us...
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Live by the Gun *
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| Killah Priest |
