*featuring Son Doobie
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[Mad Child]
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Yo, try not to often speak on subject
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Unusual suspect, revenge I must get
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Vengeance is mine which make me heartless
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Department of justice would love to bust us
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Bang hard, get jacked by gang squad
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So we keep it on the low, make us untouchable
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Hard hittin when my man start spittin
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We walk off through gettin, dont take orders
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Try harder, cause I got friends down for murder
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Roll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seat
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Take you out back, crack back, till task complete
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Beat to death, assassins disguised as waiters
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Madchild, Darth Vader, and the caped crusader
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Top that, barracuda, black panther, and bobcat
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Anger management and unlimited guns
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Natural born killers of the primitive one
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[Chorus: Son Doobie]
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Cause the spot's that hot
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A lot of shots bust but I can't get got
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And niggas wanna pop up forget me not
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Yo I bust two shots
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See y'all can't stop swollen members
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[Son Doobie]
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Yo duck down, hop up now
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I don't give a fuck now
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Whats up now, the ruck sound
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I'm up in the club now
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Touchdown, I bust out rocks, with my rough style
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Run around and fuck around get lost in my funhouse
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Any member, I dismember, remember
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For writer's book yo I be the cut expert
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Your head jerk, my network thick like double decker
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Enter surrender raps select swollen members
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Lone defenders, send bullets through contenders
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Tempers red hot like red fox fuckin with esther
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Deck the saint jock I stallone like sylvester
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Funk molester, impress all semester
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Aggressor, protector, successor sub forever
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Uncle Fester cut back the Winchester
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Record like ill connect son like Caressa
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Send an x to wounds, fuck a bitch forever
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Like Salt-n-Peppa, Vanessa Del held whatever
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Defender of the D-cup, the mad sex offender
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[CHORUS 2X]
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[Prevail]
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If they could run they would
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There aint no safe place to hide in this world
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Change will change the term hurt
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First in line to decline held by a set to burn
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Red alert, nines at work, less lives on the earth
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Unless we stress knives from crooks, universe
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One in the hearse from two in the heart
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You and your crew got too much to talk
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Its a curse, a plague, an urgent thing
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An ancient slang that's not only spoke in gangs
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Human nature, doomed in danger, ropes and hangers
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West side stranglers banned to Los Angeles
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You got your hands full of savages now
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Anchors is down and you still gettin thrown around
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Hard ocean, hearts and chests are blown open
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To be smokin sunrise go home broke and no survivors
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Walkin' bombs with no timers
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Drunk out my mind on harm a side cider
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A note to my girl, I promised I'd write her
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Tonight's my night the bite of the black viper
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[Chorus 2X]
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Burns And Scars
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Swollen Members |