(now one day)
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Yo, who stepped off rage
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Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever
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Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face
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He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it
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These cats have started something that they couldn't finish
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Now they flee the country
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Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we're living
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Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em
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The chron's shone, spit out the combine
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I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick
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We leave no form of evidence
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[Chorus]
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Bakin' slugs out the dark
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Wild shoot-outs through the park
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These jail houses overcrowdin'
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All my thugs remain calm
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Money turnin', trees is burnin'
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But one day, it'll be gone
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(now one day)
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I'm your suspect
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Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments
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Digits wit' small letters that name it
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Man created, but always to blame it
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I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy
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Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy
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You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell
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Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick
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Burn up the gear I dressed in
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Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses
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What would you ask God if you had one question?
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Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life
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Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials
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Little snitches turn into coffins and push six
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A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this
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! -- Lyrics End>
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One Day
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