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featuring Blaze, Sticky Fingaz, X-1
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(Do you believe in God? '98 nigga)
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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I'm from New York nigga, the murder capital
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Come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you
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I'm a sinner, I hope God forgive me
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At the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live me
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All my niggas is hardcore criminals
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All I got left is my word and my genitals
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I'm on some thug shit till I get cremated
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Me and Larry Davis probably related
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I hate the judge and can't stand the cops
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Wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot
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You wanna KILL ME? I ain't scared to get smoked
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I'll probably die laughin, cuz y'all niggas is jokes WHAT!
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I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!
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I'll make Ted Bundy look like the pope
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I show no love cuz I ain't got no feelings
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You know the routine, reach for the ceiling
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And if not for you, do it for your child's sake, nigga
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I'll get you murdered then come to your wake
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I speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse
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Niggas ears gon' bleed when they hear this verse
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Holdin court in the streets, I ain't doin a bid
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I'd rather die, put that on my unborn kid
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There's two ways out the game, death or jail
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If there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL?
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Chorus
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There's two ways out the game, death or jail
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If there's a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)
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[X-1]
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X-1'll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neck
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Out your mouth, I'll bet that'll straighten you out
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Live shit is the realest shit of all subjects
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And I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect
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Life tactics is all I spit in my rap shit
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Most y'all cats is wack and need practice
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Get burned to ashes, spit on your casket
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It's mad sick, drastic, it don't get no harder than this
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Squeezin hard for the chips
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More bricks, the larger the wrist but that's the fun of it
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Every car hidden got a gun in it, I'm tryin to get mine
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Get out and run wit it, kid extort your block
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Unorthodox, this is all off the top
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X-1'll throw you off the docks
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And I done laid the best to rest over this music
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Half y'all niggas is S-O-S WHAT
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Stuck On Stupid
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Chorus
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[Blaze]
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Slugs I send express, take it to your face and chest
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Digest gun smoke, don't provoke finger in trigger
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Been love sick, gat throw like ugly
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Mister thug clip, biggest the slugs hit
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One of you bugs better maintain
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I claim you got game, drown you in a lake of octane
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Never miss when I cock the four-fifth
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Stain your garments, hit any target
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>From New York to Cali, I leave you fucked up in a back alley
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Swell you up and bury your heart
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Shells won't stop fallin, once they start blocks spark
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It's trouble, rippin your parts, for your flesh bubble
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Hell cuddles my life line in this trife time
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Bust shots, live nines
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Drive mines crazy like V-J Day
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Live life the PJ way, it's D-Day
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When A & A sprays
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Travelin, like a heat-seekin javelin
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Blaze slays rivals when battlin
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Chorus
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Livin-N-Hell
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The Union |