Bonez Dubb:
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Axe murder in this bitch and we don't fuck around with fakes
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Frontin' hard that you regulatin' hate all that we make
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I take his muthafuckin' face and slam it right into the bricks
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Cause he hatin' all the time just to impress some bitch
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You know I see through you and hate what I witnessed
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My hitlist just added a name and my wish is
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To crush an axe through your fake name and place
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When on your brain leave the walls covered in bloody remains
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It's like boom!
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Chorus:
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You put up a front to try to cover up the real
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You do everything to keep the truth concealed
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BItch you fake and we all know why
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And we can read between the lines
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Everybody knows who you really are
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And all them lies won't go too far!
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Bitch you fake and we all know why
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And we can see through all your lies
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Otis:
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What up, muthafucka? How it been? Where you stay at?
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Fuck yo' look, yo' name, and all of them lame tracks
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Stay back or you get dropped with the quickness
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Bitches slit they wrist and blood drips when I rip this
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My dick is part of your mouth's anatomy
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And my nut's keepin' you alive, so why the fuck you mad at me?
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You know it's wicked over these Mike Clark beats
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And we forever represent the label that runs beneath the streets, muthafucka
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Chorus:
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You put up a front to try to cover up the real
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You do everything to keep the truth concealed
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BItch you fake and we all know why
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And we can read between the lines
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Everybody knows who you really are
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And all them lies won't go too far!
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Bitch you fake and we all know why
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And we can see through all your lies
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Bonez Dubb:
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I can't even believe what the fuck is going on
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And I don't even conceive how the fuck you're doing wrong
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I knew it all along, you were just another nameless
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I think it's time you little bitches become famous
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Simple enough, you understand how it goes
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Everybody knows what's up with you hoes
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It ain't just us that never believed in you
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We can all see right through what the fuck you do
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Chorus:
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You put up a front to try to cover up the real
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You do everything to keep the truth concealed
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BItch you fake and we all know why
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And we can read between the lines
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Everybody knows who you really are
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And all them lies won't go too far!
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Bitch you fake and we all know why
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And we can see through all your lies
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Otis:
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What the fuck is this? O-T-I-S and Bonez
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And we ridin' through your hoods lookin' for hydros and hoes
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Until just the other day I was walkin' on my own
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A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone
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I said, "Fuck that! You gets nothin', bro!"
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Then I let him know why they call me mister mister Cuttin-throats
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So here we go with another flow, you feel my rage
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Now give it up to the deadman Blaze!
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Blaze:
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You say that you an artist
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But we both know your skills are garbage
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And that's what makes your stupid ass a target
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We all wanna be a sargeant, but there's only one general
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And he here rockin' the instrumental
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You're blind to the fact that this is just not your home
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You do anything to hang on
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And bring on nothin' but destruction here
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But I've been around forever, homie
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I ain't goin' nowhere
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You're see through like the man of steel, I see you
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You're faceless and remain nameless too
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Regardless who's better off to has been
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And never will be
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Is anybody really livin' there dreams?
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It seems the grass is greener 'til you're gone
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And you've found everybody on the other side wanna be down
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With the P-S-Y-C-H-O-P-A-T-H-I-C
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We call it family
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See-Thru (featuring Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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AMB |