[Meeno]
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They got my back to the wall
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Nobody to turn to, nobody I can trust
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I used to have friends
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But all I could think about was hustlin
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That was then, this is now
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And this is how I must be
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A loose cannon, with a cannon
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Nobody can trust me
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When half the world is sayin "Fuck Me"
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The other half will fear me
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Shit both halves will make one whole
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But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me
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Yeah they hear me, but fuck that
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I want them cats to feel me
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Cuz to feel me, is to know I'll be a problem till they kill me
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It's from sun-up to sun-down
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Got my gun up, and I'ma run down
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On any ass coward that feelin that I can't get down
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I'm a nightmare, the nigga that's always right there
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Borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair
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Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that
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And drag to where your top at
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And guaranteed that I dropped that
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You can't top that
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I'm here to put them rumors to rest
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Fuck the past
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Fuck the present
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I'm the future in the flesh
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[Chorus x2]
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I'm the chrome before the storm
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I'm the buzz before the storm
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I'm the screech before the crash
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I'm the click before the blast
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I'm the rise before the fall
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I'm the loss before the gain
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Vacant Lot will keep it hot
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Cuz we the future of this game
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[Big Stan]
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Coke game to sober
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We takin rap over
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Either roll with us or you gettin rolled over
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But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron
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Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children
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No way around it, niggaz comin in thousands
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M17s, grenades, and four-pounders
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All you grimmy niggaz get the fuck from round us
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Y'all the same cock-housers from the blocks to gouchers
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Celebratin is the the feelin when I catch a fake vilian
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Send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building
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Feel me? y'all got to, I'm the voice of theory
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My advice? keep rappin you ain't no where near me
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Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly
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And look straight to the heavens so I know that He hear me
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My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight
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Up on in corner, with the sweeper I let the body gate
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[Chorus x2]
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[DMX]
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When I do niggaz, it's how I do niggaz
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And two niggaz got nothin for me
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When they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me
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I put holes, like foot holes, in niggaz buttholes
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Stomp a mudhole, when I cut hoes, the fuckin blood flows
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That was bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died
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Now I'm walkin dead with the infared by my side
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Keepin niggaz in line like a parade
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Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid
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Like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan
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Now what part of suck my dick don't you understand?
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Better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe
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When you straped, toe to toe, but can't strap with the flow
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And I gets down for mine, with the crime
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And if I gots to do time, fuck it
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I don't mind
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I handle my business and I shoot snitches
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Cuz I know nowadays niggaz is more ass than loose bitches
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It's all good, I'm still out
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Knock on wood, robbin niggaz like my last name is Hood
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Cuz I could, go with that mob that goes out to rob
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That mad scheme to get cream without the job
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I house more niggaz than a shelter
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And if a nigga ever felt a, heltah skeltah
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It'd would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear
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Let the dead be dark while the Dark is here
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[Chorus till fade]
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The Future
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DMX |