Whee-hee-hee-hee!
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Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride
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wanted dead or alive.
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Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive.
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Bogus way of life.
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Who the hero? Who the villian?
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When I'm sterrin down the block
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fools wanna try why
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fly what they ridin'
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on the tip of a rider slidin'
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somebody gotta die
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on the frontier.
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Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit
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cause the hood be on
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shoot em up
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everytime I look around
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something goin' down buck buck
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somebody got popped
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stop drop
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hollow point tips hard to dodge
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when you lookin' down your enemies barrel
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you wish your apparel was camaflouge
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booyaw what you gone do now
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I got my crew pal
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and weese wrangla's
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what I got in my chamber
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will rearrange ya
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goddang ya
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will hang ya
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death wish wanna play
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under lasy under lay
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can't help it when I spray
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break out if you stay
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you're gonna pay in a bogus way
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I'll blow your skull hollow
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now if you follow
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that's your choice and you're
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gonna feel sorrow
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death hard to swallow
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you rodent
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here todasy gone tomorrow
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shouldn't fuck wit a...
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In the streets it's a game
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niggas try to get a name
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but ah,
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I don't fuck with em
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when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna
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squash it,
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watch it.
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Ride off through the valley
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leave em in the alley.
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Stankin' bitch who gone trick
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no witnesses
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I rush the vic
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two times in the shit.
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I laid em, miss
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he was acting like he had something
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I got pissed.
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No whif.
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A nigga said that he was at you
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what you gone do
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strap up black hoody up and
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bit the dust
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a hard head make a soft ass,
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so I'm gone blast.
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Watch a motherfucker last.
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Shoot it
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don't baby food it
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you got something nigga
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you'd better use it.
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Threatning a nigga with a gun
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it aint fun
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you caught one.
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Three off from the back
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gotta blow my guns
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woo-woo
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with a glock
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make your ass stop.
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Attack again
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won't come back again
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fuckin' him up like a bitch.
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Bustin' at him quick
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reachin' for your shit
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try to get away from me
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you getting hit
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you dig.
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Better move your kids
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I'm at this nigga
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and I don't wanna do it,
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but I'm wanted
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so fuck it
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I'm ready to drop em
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shit
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I got em.
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Who can help but to be scandalous
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cloned a vandalist
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but aint havin' shit.
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Boom. Buck. Buck.
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Who's next to get fucked up.
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Chump
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gotta lot of rowdy niggas
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wannt get your body stunk.
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Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard
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where niggas are livin' and copin'
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and rooftop scopin'
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at ass
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too fast
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sufferin' succotash.
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Quicker to bust and blast
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take em up off the map.
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Now you wonder why it's on
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it's on,
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cause a motherfucker didn't play like that.
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Start the shit
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the Conflict we attack right away.
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To be exact
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now you wanna squash it.
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Uh-uh
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it's a rumble
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only way we gone end it
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when you on your back
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kick off and ripped off
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til shit aint attached.
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Itch through the dirt
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like a bitch bad with crabs.
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Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw
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Desperado rollin' out
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I'm wanted for millions
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for hanging up scabs.
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Take that
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bust off cannon then haul ass.
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Bogus way of life.
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But life get the last laugh
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no chance to glance and dance.
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Shit in your pants
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your leavin' the land
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hit your whole clan
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with they guns in they hand.
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Mission is finished
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and victory flawless.
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[Chorus]
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Gunsmoke from the Chi
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never with a crew
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and it's Flict and die.
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Gotta' put em up
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put yo hands up right now
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clap
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I'ma snap
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react and serve my pack
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or punch a punk dumb
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here I come
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with the Flict
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renegade and raw dope'll split
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heads.
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Come equip or get rip with
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lead
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never dis
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dat strap so what's next
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we can get down
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rumble or tuggle around
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what you got
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you gotta give it your all right now
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pal
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or get piled with pow
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you foul
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we buckwild
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get on up you got one false move.
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It's Chi for now
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we down to change the rules.
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Buddy done got his nutty split
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sent off a bit
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now he got some conflict
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got a thousand grams of mac
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Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak.
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What else you need to justify trials of the Flict
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cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off
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somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a
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popp |