[Mr. Shadow]
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It's the master of the dark
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Stalkin anybody talking about the incident
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Tryin to blow it like if I was the president
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Narcotic selling resident
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Makin ends daily
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Fuck being locked in Bailey
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Boo I got to feed my baby
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And maybe lately
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You've been havin dreams
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Of this mothafucka followin your steps
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Where ever you may be
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I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali
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Where homies run up in bunches
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Beat you crutches in the back of an alley
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Call me Daddy
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When you come before my presence
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If not they'll find your body wrapped in plastic
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Like a present, adolesence
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Gun Slangers where I come from
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That big Woptown Crazies
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Is the gangsters that you run from
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Confront me and suffer, diagnosis critical
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I'm lettin moma know you were a phony individual
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It's pitiful to see a fool die like a bitch
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But that's the way it goes
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When you're got up in the mix you trick
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[Chorus]
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It's the mind of a sick man
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But can you blame me
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Mothafuckas out to get me
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Strap me down and incarcerate me
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You got to beat down or get beat down
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Rules of the game and ghetto streets clown
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[Repeat 2x]
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[Mr. Shadow]
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Pack a bowl inhale the smoke and a don't stop
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Cause in my part of the block
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We pack glocks and grow crops
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If you cross through my hood
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It'd be like crossin through
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The Brumueta Triangle
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Find your body floating
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With signs of bein strangled
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I disable body's like a cripple
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Strike em with an axe
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With a natural high
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I relax when I smoke my crypto
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Slang crystal
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On my hip I got my pistol
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You wanna be a victim
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Come on fool don't make me whistle
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Scitzo... phranic
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Eye lids always slanted
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Death wish granted
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When I draw my automatic
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Dramatic
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People say I'm satanic
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For my actions
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Knock on your front door
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When you answer
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Find me blastin
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Attackin straight jackin
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211 on my rivalry
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Inside of me
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There passion for armed robbery
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So possibly
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It's just that I'm a mothafuckin nut
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Plan and simple homie
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I just don't give a mad fuck
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Shadow]
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Now fuck beatin around the bush
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I straight smoke em
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Find me a mothafucka that's a snitch
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And straight choke em
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In blood we soak em
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Ain't no joke
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I love to make a mothafucka buckel
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Give a sign and watch my boys rush you
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In a couple
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Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics
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4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic
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It's ironic pounds of chronic
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When I blaze
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The place is full of gangstas
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Fuck a rebel and rave
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My behavior is negative
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So stop runnin
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If not it'll be your relative
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The one I'm gunnin
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Blunted, wanted by America's Most
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Cause the shit that I be rappin
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Makes a fool wanna over... dose
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Black roses after hyptnosis
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Send your wife your hand
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As a gift with paid postage
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Now you know it ain't no game
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In my town
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Where the ballers make it happen
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And the hood hoppers get beat down
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[Chorus]
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Can't Hide from Shadow
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Mr. Shadow |