[Chorus:]
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Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
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[Carlos Coy]
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I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
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Still, my whole albums sell like crack
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Blow indo out tha window, of my Limo
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Sleepin, with my heat in my pillow
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I really don't give a damn, who you are
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Understand that you dealin wif a shootin star
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Competition, never heard of it
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But I hit permanent, did I murder it?
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Afermative
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The urban kid, learnin quick, about earnin grib
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Got more 8 ball than a pool tournament
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Swearvin and burbin still cadillacin
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Still pack tha mackin, still bout no rappin
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Drop like Geronimo, got porono-flow
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You are bit too young, but your mama know
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I'm pit-fisious, never fake-tisious
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In this, cause MC's so delicious...
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[Chorus x2]
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[Carlos Coy]
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Like Mexican, get revenge
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Never stop settin trends
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To tha level of excellence
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Still stackin dead presidents
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It's evident, I'm Texas sent
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Who plex get proper measurment
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No refery, sellin cheese
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Enemies, Memories
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Yes sir'y, rest in peace
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Been that way for centuries
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Set chemistry, I'm blessin fiends
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We the men of empty dreams
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My every, master piece
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Influenced by street tragedys
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Got family, tried jackin me
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Alotta fun that'll be...
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[Chorus x2]
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White postah, steak and lobster
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Sautay shrimp, five fif and sauces
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Craw fish, sausage, even austrage
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Why test one from tha crack monters?
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Crunshes of the world of lobstas
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My nina ross does wonders with tha crossas
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Balas don't care, whatcha call us
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Livin cautious, takin no loses
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All my whole office, got no accompliss
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Tha thought of bosses makes me nautious
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Promised mom this time it's honest
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Drop hit's and make lagidimate profits
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Knowledge from tha street college
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Reach for tha top, just watch tha copers
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Imposter hate true Mobbstas
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Cuz we lost trust and we all bust...
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[Chorus x2]
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Runaway
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |