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Behold, your highness, the Luniz are here
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Bring them in
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Man where the fuck we at who the fuck are you??
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It is I, Jesus, Shock Jesus
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And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?
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Man, no what the fuck man
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Niggaz just shot me man, what the fuck man
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How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
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Fuck you
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You shall perish (beitch!!)
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It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell
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Man, noo
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for eternity
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Nooo (the Luniz are here)
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Ahhh
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5150, feel me
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Psycho disco just go Luni
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5150, feel me
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Psycho disco just go Luni
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I wish I had cot (what?) I wish I had some cot (why?)
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So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
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A broke nigga boney
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Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies
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I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
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and always end up fucked watchin other niggaz backs
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I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds
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but in the mist of funk
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would they really bust rounds?
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I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
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I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
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I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
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I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor
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I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
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and now I don't smoke weed no mo'
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And I ain't knowin where I'm headin
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Most likely it's the scene of creamery
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I'm petrified of the whole scenery
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The game is some shit ya either roll wit
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Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
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For less is what I was wishin for it never came true
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So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers
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I gotta play my part though and take what I can
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from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya
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By any means nescescary
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That's why they find scary niggaz buried
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Carried to a whole 'nother place
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If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
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So much drama, I put my best in it
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Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it
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Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
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I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
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I'm still takin shit day by day
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Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150
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Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin down the block
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Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
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Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
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Tryin to take the loot out my pocket
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But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket
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Then I split runnin down the block
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No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage
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Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
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on the ground hella bleeedin ass out
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I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out
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Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
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No more bullet holes in my chest
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A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin
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The Lord has no love for playa hatin
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I'm facin Shock Jesus cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
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Because I'm trained up in that mob life
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Come back tonite strapped tonite
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He said if I suceed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life
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A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
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Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route
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The whole scene was a disaster
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Friday the 13th the final chapter
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Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost
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But I float until I smoked the big man
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Slipped in quick sand
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He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body
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I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
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They didn't get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150
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Chorus
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5150
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