As I'm scoping out the middle, bow and arrow to my spinal
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I hear the eagle calling as it's flying for it's final kill
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I feel the sense of murder in my veins
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Hiding bodies in turrains, night stalkers is the name
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I read motherfuckers like a scripture, you see the picture
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Your face down staring at the snake that bit ya
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Hit ya with the feeling, I went in and brought em with death
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Not even the Holy Spirit can hear em gasping for breath
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Nothing left but a body, dangling, hanging from the tree
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Evidence of struggle inflicted by me the young G
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Out of America's finest, the 619 is your boundary
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The county of the wicked's where you found me
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I'm out thugging like a motherfucker
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Making a living, I'm unforgiven, you best believe I'll buck ya
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I ain't no killer but don't press your luck
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Cuz if you're fucking with my ends it be like fucking with my blunt punk
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[Chorus x2]
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When the sun goes down you hear the wolf cry
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Thugs don't die, we multiply
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So put your money where your mouth is and handle business
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Fuck a witness, become a victim of my hit list
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Now check my status, I got these motherfuckers ducking
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If you be owing me duckets you better pay before I start dumping
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A little something for that ass to make you fly straight
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If not I'll make your own people ship you in the wooden crate
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The mental state of mine is strickly fuck a foe, fuck a hoe
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Fuck everything around you that ain't making dough
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I gotta hustle everyday, make sure I get my pay
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My lady's getting bitchy cuz the baby's on the way
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I pray to God that I make it through
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Yeah, I know that I'm a fool but what the fuck is it to you
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I used to sell dimes, quarters and ounces
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Now I push keys overseas when I'm bouncing
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Lounging in a different state, counting stacks
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Worldwide ballers know that Shadow got the fat sacks
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Packs of blunts being rolled up so busters when I show up
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You know you're caught up in a fucking hold up
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[Chorus x2]
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When the Wolf Cries
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Mr. Shadow |