[Opio]
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Now playful pulpit pussies poppin junk with the pistol
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Sweated because I'm dreaded let's get ready to pull a fistful
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of extinction, reachin, quick on the trigger sneakin
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and then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin
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the props cuz they pops lots of mops heads drop
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Dead plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot
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Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish
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Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn
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it's a shame, the brain is washed, to the point, when it's savage
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Beast-es, I rest in peace, simply before I annex
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and send, why can't there be, a resolution I ask you
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No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened I'll blast you
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Packin the black steel makin the mack's feel pain and fear
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As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain
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PUMP PUMP PUMP listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past
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your ears and dig in, drillin into your cranium
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Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid
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Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with
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intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins
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Defends my livelihood cuz rivals could bring ends to
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my youthful bliss bustin a trigger gun and missed this
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Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist
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in your death, your last breath havin spasms as I has em
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The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad
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and not a murderer, ensurin the, longevity of my life I'll
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live and let live, kill if I must I shall
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Chorus:
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I give it all I got, that's all I got to give
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Yo, you got to live and let live
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I give it all I got, that's all I got to give
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Yo, you gotta live and let live
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[Phesto]
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Damn I wish, that I can have bliss, daily
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Lately I try to speak my piece but words fail me
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I'm dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil
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I got to sweat the devil plus I got to sweat my people
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Do I gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out
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your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead
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Deceased I gotta a peace deeds cuz the beast be
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lurkin up in them, so now I'm buckin them
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And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks
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You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks
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You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this
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But follow this down a dark alley and you're catchin hollow tips
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You got yo' shit, I got mine, leave it at that
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Respect D or thank me, when I shank thee
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necks, cuz clever dreads can sever heads weasel
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I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel
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A law abiding citizen but shit it's been long enough
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Strong and tough, sniff this and you're snuffed
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Stifled, step lively, don't try to bust me
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Trust the fact that I'm friendly and you'll Plus see
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I love humans, they hate, me
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I'd love to live and let live but no-one's D
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So until then I chill when it's possible
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But I gotsta pull, pieces because we're peaceless
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Chorus
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[A-Plus]
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Yo, I shall not kill, I will if I have to
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You say I'm the one promoting violence well I ask you
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Have you ever heard the sound of bullets passing you
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Ever thought of going out with someone blasting you
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Willing to be killing maybe is a great sin but
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it's not appealing when bullets penetrate skin what
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pain when a brain leaves a stain with the quickness
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So I get a fool if I think that I'm on his shitlist
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With the swiftness of a glock nine
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So now who got your back? Cuz my gat got mine
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Find a brother with some dreads and now you figure you're gonna kill him
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Well I grab my gun when I see one I'm gonna fill him
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Why should you live in fear thinkin someone is gonna get ya
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I bet ya, before he gets me he'll be on a streacher
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So no nigga pulls a trigger on the S-O-M
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And if there's more than one I'll have to kill the rest of them
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Buckshots, leave a body ripped, cuz I got equipped
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with a shotty quick, that nobody wanna riff with
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Get split open with the fury of the lead G
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Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat, flat is what your head be
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Dead see, why don't brothers wanna let me function
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When I pull it, kids be eatin bullets like a luncheon
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Adam got a magnum and I tag em with this weapon
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Be threatened, cuz Adam be pulli |