Verse 1
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It's like kliq klaq we barrie dat bark 'em wit da chrome
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I got your house surrounded gasoline floodin' ya home
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Line up a target, some men deh walk and deh chat
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But if a guy get outta hand I'll tare a match and try to light dat
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Look, my spirit ain't tryin' to see no badness But if the devil interferes I'm going out like Mr. Gladus
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It's on the weather if my my mood is gloomy or shinin'
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But if the sun ain't shinin' den you check me bad timin'
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My mind is free from all the dust, gotta bust
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While I'm wisdom knowledge, I guess you through me off misunderstanding
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My mom's is having nightmare of me dying
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Which devil is tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know
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But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh,
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Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his ass off a f#@!n' cliff
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Try to understand my mind body and soul
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Everything is still cool, but try to snatch you get ya head blown
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Chorus
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Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong
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Ain't nuttin' sweet,
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Cross pendants to dirty kronze
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Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss
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Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs
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Infinite, Wise Guys are never wrong
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Ain't nuttin' sweet,
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Lye down flat just for da cause
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Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss
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Dirty gauge supports my hip, wrap tools in hankerchiefs
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Verse 2
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I'm standin' out ya gates wit all ya f'in' windows open
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Look straight inside my eyes and see if dis kid here is jokin'
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Nothin' but darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open
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I never eat meat that's one thing I'm not promotin'
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Forget what he say
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Get off da freeway, my rhyme ain't never going dat way
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So here what I say, your gettin' caught up in a knot
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Watch what ya talkin', I'm puttin' kikos on da spot
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Great minds think alike but you mind is different from my mind
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It's set like thirty three of bones going down ya spine
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So what, a scawer pad to scrub da rust go call ya boss
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I got somethin' to burn and turn dis 'ish into a holocost
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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Line up a food, these fools is out to get served right up da block
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Already cocked and switched it off lock grab papers and rocks
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He kept the mudge in his socks
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I glanced a glare of Roosters siren
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It wasn't us the Rex is heat up, like movin' amos in the mouth of madness
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Right through da top where skulls crack
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We smarter den dat, he's sprawled out on the flat of his back
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Deh scared just by day way deh rap and I ain't gotta prove dat
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Just by da way dat deh act with Infinite so wheel it back.
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Chorus
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(Outro)
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Wise Guys
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| Infinite |
