*featuring Twista
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[Cheri]
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This is a story about two riders
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One's from Chicago
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And the other is from New York
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[Twista]
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Now nigga what? You thinkin' there be no repentance?
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But I'm coming back with a vengence
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Runnin' like a ant since it was intense
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Thought it was the end
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Wish every motherfucker's in like sentence
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Where they been since?
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Let me not go deep in the story
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But damn it, I feel the fury when I'm rapping
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Got me going off in the zone
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Hit eleven niggas and bitches at home
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Hear the drama how it happen
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Back for one minute
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You remember I was grazed in the shoulder
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When I plays the beholder
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Hit the land like a crusier
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But in the Range with the Rov'
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Still it feelin' strange to a soldier
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Me and Puff trapped in the parking lot
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I done found the keys so let's crawl on the floor
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Got up beside the ride but we still trapped
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But I found my strap, I gotta bust that hoe
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P., you gotta drive, problem at the angle of the ride
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Blast when you crash through the exit
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We still alive but the opposition gotta die
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When they go then it's on to the next shit
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When the car screeched off, I blast my heat off
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Thus crackin' our winshield
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That stud shoulda been killed
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Kept shootin' 'till I seen his bloody body do a windmill
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Started catchin' convulsions that we frozen
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Ain't nobody here to hold it
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Feelin the escape was kinda golden
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Now we dozin'
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More niggas have rolled in
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They started comin' at us with high-tech shit
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It's only so much one mac can do
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But you know what we got to do
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Don't get in the wind
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Is it the end or chapter 2
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They coming after you
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[1] - [Cheri]
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Living my life on the run
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With these niggas coming after me
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Is this the way that it has to be
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I can't tell these dreams from reality
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Now I'm not afraid to die
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So it really don't matter to me
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It just might be my destiny
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I hope you niggas is ready for me
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[Puffy]
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Yeah, yeah
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Saw my whole empire crumble into pieces
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As the trouble increases
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Escape is the thesis when the car speed releases
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I'm on the run like Jesus
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The first chapter was sadness but this one is madness
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Killers on our asses, plus I'm in 'suit, winney badges
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Red and blue light flashing
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Now, let's see who's the fastest
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Slide through the street like a real C
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Hit the curb swervin', but I'm still swift
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Damn it, ain't no brakes
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I feel like a enemy of the state
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We on the run like Will Smith
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Pumpin' some real shit
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Since the car won't slow down
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I had to crash through a window
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Level shook but now we on foot with the showdown
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Didn't know what we was in for
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Somehow, someway we gotta get the ammunition for the gun play
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Now I hear some bullets ricochet, motherfucker's got to get away
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T., let's go this a-way through the ally
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Where these niggas can't score me
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And max me a building attack me
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Headin' straight for Kennedy, they can't catch me
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There 20 minutes exactly
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Get tickets at the first airline, first flight out
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Get set for the hardcore, could you tell where the sky phone
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Me and T. on the plane on our way to Chicago
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When we landed in O'Hare
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A cop yelled out "Freeze, we sent here to capture you"
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Nigga, you know what we got to do
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Tell me, is this the end or chapter 2
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They comin' after you
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[Repeat 1]
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[Twista]
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People better get goin' for the big clone
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Leave our shit blown
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Coming at us with a C gun, gotta get calm
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Then I pick up on the jet phone
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So I could see if my bitch home (hello)
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Hope the cop that drop them and took a strap then split
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Simply, but we acted quick
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Damn, there was a glock
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Then we dipped up in the parkin' lot
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We saw one Jag' at the Jack-O-V
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When we got up on the highway, too smooth
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Run away to the hood and we workin' with some new rules
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Can't be one who loose
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Go to the hideout, make a call for some new tools
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And I'm feelin' these fools, we got beef who can die
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That want a piece of the pie
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But now we got his keys to the shop
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And niggas gotta live slow 'till at lesat if they try
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[Puffy]
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Now we can flip my bitch named Angela
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She my weed and my wipe and handler
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Branding her with a tattoo with my name on it
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Make her |