[Esoteric]
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I take it to the streets carjack 5-0
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Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
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Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag
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When opened up it resembles a weapons show
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Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
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The pistol on me that I rock it ain¡¯t by Mitchell and Ness
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I be medicinal tests cuz I¡¯m sick in the brain
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Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin¡¯ this pain
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I¡¯m thinkin¡¯ names on the reg like a break for the third leg
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Weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg
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I got the knife now limbs I¡¯m hackin¡¯ off
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Plus I fire techs like layers do Mackintosh
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Slackin¡¯ off ain¡¯t allowed when you¡¯re on a mission
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To annihilate entire nightclub crowds
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Emptyin¡¯ every clip, I¡¯m fightin¡¯ all types of shit
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I¡¯ve been hit, I really like this shit
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Some muthafuckas should be payin¡¯ me to write their shit
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Whilin¡¯ out bangin¡¯ out Bicardi bites and shit
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I won¡¯t settle, I deserve a medal
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Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level
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[Cop Talking Over Radio]
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Units in area come in, code 11?352
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Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity
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On route to reported drug transaction
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Investigate immediately
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[Esoteric]
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I load up the glock I line cats in chalk
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Lotta pigs pullin¡¯ triggers to blaze ya whole block
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Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
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Don¡¯t, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
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My retinas steam but it¡¯s wrapped in violence
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When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants
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Lock and load fuck buryin¡¯ heaters
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I¡¯m ruthless like a mother tryin¡¯ to bury a fetus
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I¡¯ll wet you up like you stuck in the rain
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Hit you in the jugular vain I¡¯m pluggin¡¯ ya brain
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[Guy Talking]
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Ya punk ass wanna try somethin¡¯ with me?
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[Esoteric]
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Yeah what¡¯s that fuck that
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Muthafuckas bustin¡¯ at me I bust back
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Sword blaze my forte you can¡¯t floor Shay
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My style is negative like the image I portray
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Change descriptions, let my beard grow
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I¡¯m weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe
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Tryin¡¯ to make it to the next bar without crackin¡¯ a whip
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5-0s start crackin¡¯ the whip
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Do a search find crack in the whip
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Grab a jacket and split [cop yells ¡°hold it right there¡±]
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I¡¯ll be back in a bit now I¡¯m packin¡¯ a clip
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[Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells]
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¡°I ain¡¯t goin¡¯ nowhere, take that take that
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You ain¡¯t killin¡¯ me you ain¡¯t takin¡¯ me alive
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I ain¡¯t goin out like that¡±
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[Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)]
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Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta there
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What I tell you bout makin¡¯ all that (no)
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Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya ass to bed god dammit (no no)
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No more XBOX for you for a week (no)
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I¡¯m sick a this, matter fact fuck that (takes off his belt)
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C¡¯mon boy, I¡¯m bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)
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Muthafucka, take that muthafucka (Esoteric cries)
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Aw hell boy, stop that cryin¡¯
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I didn¡¯t raise me no little bytch!
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Graphic Violence
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| 7L & Esoteric |
