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[Intro: Buddha Monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep voice}]
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(Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
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Now tell me, just let me get you now
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Ya right there God {robberies}
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Innocent bystanders {shots laid out}
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{This one's the new one} You can't do that
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{Here's somethin you've been waitin to hear}
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What up God? (Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
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Come.. come follow me {Come on motherfuckers}
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(Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
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{The tiger, check it out on these streets}
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[Chorus: Buddha Monk & Drunken Dragon]
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Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness
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Where most niggaz bust off slugs and do robberies
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The victims are some known and some unknown
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While the good die yound and the bad makes it home
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[Buddha Monk]
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Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
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By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun
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Bobby's hot from two shots that tore his knot
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Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long ?
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He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues
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to find this kid, and make sure I make his ass bleed
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Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast ?
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Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit
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We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch
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Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head
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Is he dead? No, never take his motherfuckin ?
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His last request, asked to remove his last breathe
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Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck
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[Chorus]
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[Buddha Monk]
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Now ? to make a meal with your man from out of state
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You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights
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On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes
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He once moved faster than a rock off the place
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Set up a plate, called over to this gril named Chase
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Her skin is smooth, ? than a buck-fifty inch
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Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake
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her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes
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Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great
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He asked the name, my friends call me ?
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He didn't know the plan was to stop his money flow
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He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck Stacy's toes
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Now Mr. Large comes in from the back row
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>From where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo'
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His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the Ac'
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Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back
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Her surprise, he didn't look with his right eye
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or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder
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The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug
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in his mug, another body bagged, was drugged
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[Chorus]
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[Various talk]
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[Sample]
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Smilling faces, smiling faces.. sometimes (x8)
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Sometime Faces
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Buddha Monk |