[Mr. Shadow]
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Shadow and Trigonom
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Killin' that ass like anthrax, bitch
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Ain't no tellin' when we gonna hit
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Hahaha, yeah, check it out
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I'll make your head snap back
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Helmets get crack in the back house
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We smoke out 'till you black out
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That's how we do it out here
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Cats try but they don't come near
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Stand clear out the way
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I ain't stoppin' or slowing down
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Where's this so called king of rap, I'll snatch his crown
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Clowns talk loud but ain't down for their own shit
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Their life wasn't opened booked and I closed it
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The world knows ain't know one sicka
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Then Shadow and Trigonom, we drop bombs
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Calm and collective, you get affected
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Around me and my dawgs, you get neglected
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Necklaces, bracletes, and watches, relentless
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Give a fuck if somebody's watchin'
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I'm +Born Without A Konscience+, smooth and cautious
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Prowl through your block and put an end to this nonsence
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[Chorus: Mr. Shadow - repeat 2X]
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I don't know what they told you, bitch I'm a soldier
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You'll never find me sober, it ain't over 'till it's over - yeah
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Yeah, all my soldiers get your march on
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Shit, ain't no stoppin' in this bitch
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Shadow with my dawg Triga
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Fuckin' bomb like a nomm
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[Trigonometry]
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Even in the day you'll find them dark spots
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Shadows'...the reason they avoid them dark blocks
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The Untouchable...motherfuckers with the small pox
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Step in to the place and watch they fuckin' jaws drop
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That's the families of the last fools that wanted them dead
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The last thing they said was "Here come them baldheads"
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It ain't fair but it's reality
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Nothin but drugs, slugs, and causalities, that's police mentality
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Tell me, how would you handle this
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They pulled out they sticks, I pulled out my dick
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Trigonom packin' much power
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Tell your gang they'll have to jump me in for half an hour
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And I'm still standing, respect we demanding
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Oh, you got a gat, bitch I got this fucking cannon
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But I'll have more fun just leaving you neck strangeled
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Kinda insane though, rollin' with this cat from Diego
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[Chorus]
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[Trigonometry]
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Got that additude, like we don't give a fuck (WHAT)
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You'll need a brain, I drive in to your house with my truck (WHAT)
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Puffin' on this stuff makes me even meaner
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A couple felonies can't even count the misdemeanors
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All through the streets you hear is names on they lips
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But Shadow after this they better call you eclipse (why)
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Cause you hittin' big plus outta Trigg
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Aw naw, the reason that they nerves a call
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[Mr. Shadow]
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Do the math young cat to us your all kittens
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Diego to Oxnard we hard hittin'
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Switching in and out of the car pool lane
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Puffin' on something purple, takin' it to the brain
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See I stay at a level your ass can't reach
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If you don't want trouble don't open your beak
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You get treatment, looks can be decievein'
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Trigonom and the Don bitch believin'
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[Chorus] - 4X
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It Ain't Over
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Mr. Shadow |