[heart beats]
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[woman sings in background as the Intro begins]
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[Intro]
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Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom
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Penny tried to hide in a bathroom,
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Homicide scream from the hand held dragon
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Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy
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Long as the black board, splatter with his inside
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Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard
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Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent
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Died in the pantomime of cold violence
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His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think
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Even when he heard the sirens kept firing
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Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring
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He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos
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AR-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes
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He went out in a blaze of glory
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He went out in a front page story
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He went out in a front page story
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[Hook x2]
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My soul can't rest today
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I can't bring myself to pray
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I get down on my knees
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Cause you will always be six feet under me
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[Verse One]
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Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself
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But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! [Gunshot]
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Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again
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Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin
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I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless
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Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit
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They hearts is cold as the artic, these men motivate mobs to lynch
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These monsters are men, who I hang with
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These monsters of then are who I bang with
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Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL we have created our own road to hell
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We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac
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But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back
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My niggaz dead and I can't get my fucking head around it
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We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic
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And now I'm wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it
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Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance
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With my vengeance I'm all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room
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To whom ever this letter may concern
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When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit
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You took my nigga my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces
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Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug niggaz killers
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They victims was screaming help me Jesus
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[Hook x2]
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My soul can't rest today
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I can't bring myself to pray
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I get down on my knees
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Cause you will always be six feet under me
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[woman sings until end of beat]
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[heart monitor goes flat line]
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Dragon
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Killer Mike |