[Mr. Shadow]
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It's the advocate of gangstarism
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I gotta give it to my fellons serving time in prison
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Intermission with those oppossing my opponents die
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Snatch a motherfucker for bluffing and they wonder why
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Oh my , who am I?? The stalker of the night
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Still crepping through them darkest of them streets
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With my gangsters straight chiefing burning leaves
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Of Hairy batches, like matches we leaving ashes
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Mashing and we reacting with actions swinging like axes
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Nothing relaxes me but fat blants and sticky bushes
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The only kind of mariguana that a baller smokes and pushes
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Using T-A-C for stimulation, intoxication
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I'm the reason why they call it medication
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It's the return of the One Man Batallion
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Bitch slapping fools like a pimp in the alleywun
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Me and my dawgs break laws, you feel the heat
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Unique dont let me speak unless you wanna meet defeat
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[Chorus 2x]
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One, Two many motherfuckers wanna blast me
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But when they see me they walk right pass me
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Acting like a bunch of little tricks
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But all I gotta say to my enemies is suck my dick
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[Mr. Shadow]
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I got dank that'll make a motherfucker think, I for living
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I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven
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All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest
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so when you smoke with me and Diablo
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Motherfuckers bring you own, stoned like a motherfucker cloud nine
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Beep as I recline, getting high fuck one time
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Mind elevated banging daily on these streets
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Where my soldiers play for keeps
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And the grim always rips, this shady sons of sluts
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Wanna put me in a bag, but I got that .45Mag
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Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line
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Fool you wanna test mine come meet a motherfucker
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Feell the heat and see that I never waste time
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Ain't no next time, bitch I roll in the West
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Shit is so fucken hected, my babies momma is wearing a vest
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Test my skills and feel the pain, brain cell killing every day
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Drug dealing to get payed so fuck you, were all the same
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Shadow]
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One, two many motherfuckers wanna burry me
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They think there scaring me, we'll they just daring me
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To reach for my motherfucking weapon. stop supressing
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Rearranging the residential section, presidential everything
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From San Diego To Japan, Beyond Entertainment
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Be fucking up the program, no damn cop is gonna stop me from smoking
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We are already motherfucker thinking that I"m joking, bullet poking
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Straight blasting on the otherside
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Fuck attempted murder I'ma go and for a homocide
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Wicked, why do motherfuckers try to get sick
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If they know that It don't amount to shit
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Chico let the people know we get lethal with weapons
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Who accept to this evil lyrical Jefe
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Sur O' Este, 6-1-9 is all I know
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no more blunts guess were headed to the liquor store
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My Hood to Your Block
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Mr. Shadow |