Yo it's my way, no way,
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Get dumped on the highway.
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Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray.
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Yea, you're gettin drowned in the blood,
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A bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs.
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Yo, it's my way, I slay, I play, you stay down,
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You fuck around in my town, you drown.
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Fuck you, fuck them, fuck that,
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We come back through,
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Murderin your crew - what!
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You don't know shit about my lifestyle, it's buckwild,
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Late night gunfights, three strikes, I'd rather fight.
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Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat,
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Fuckin with me and the Breed, you'll soon bleed.
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Yeah, it's Raw Breed - BC killin overseas,
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Droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees.
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Night vision, incision, the opposition,
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It's never your decision.
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My way!
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You can't tell me jack shit, suck my dick,
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Out my face with that drama, I'll kill your fuckin mama.
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Iller than a postal worker, born to murder,
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Suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick.
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It's Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror,
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It's the dusted world of Bizarra.
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High on acid, the ghetto bastard,
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Yo punk I'll put your ass in a casket.
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You in a world of shit, fuckin with the Syndicate,
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We pack full clips, and then we're done with it.
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Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain't lastin,
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Demolishin, the demolishion.
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Piss on your grave, a killin craze.
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In your town right now on any stage.
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Who the fuck are you? Trying ta diss my crew?
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Who dies tonight bitch? - You!
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My way!
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I will do what I choose, and if I loose
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Well then I loose, My Way!
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This is my fuckin' life, and if I die
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Well then I die, My Way!
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