[A.G]
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Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of
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mental slavery. A backtrack...
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("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist
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You don't catch hell because you're a Democrat or Republilcan
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You don't catch hell because you're a Mason or an Elk
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And you sure don't catch hell because you're an American
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Because if you were an American you wouldn't catch no hell
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You don't catch hell because you're a black man.")
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Check it, many try to come close
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Rest in peace to the deceased and the rest are comatose
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I'm not a joke and I go for broke
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And while I'm laughing you'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke
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Walk the streets and I play for keeps
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And while I entertain suckers stay six feet deep
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It was good while it lasted
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Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets
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I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back
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Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that
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Getting my props while you're propless
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And if you try and escape, we'll take grandma for hostage
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I carry my joint
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Hoping to smoke a sucker just to keep on point
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When Dre's team goes to extremes call up an M.D.
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Wetting a strip til my whole clip is empty
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Oh-ops and tecs ready to wreck the site
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Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight
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Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off
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I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off
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if I get back I get out with the quickness
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The D.A., the judge and the jury's on my hitlist
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Dressed in black with a hoodie and a low hat
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(What you did?) Spoke to the witness, now the witness don't know jack
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The Giant and his crew are ill
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We're sick-ass convicts, we're hard to kill
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My boys from New York (Is hard to kill)
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The brothers from Jersey (Is hard to kill)
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I say out in Philly (Is hard to kill)
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And the brothers in Boston (Is hard to kill)
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To all my peeps in Cali (Is hard to kill)
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Don't forget about Atlanta (Is hard to kill)
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To all my boys in Connecticut (Is hard to kill)
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To my crew in Texas (Is hard to kill)
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I'm around the way, 141st and 3rd
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40 bottles on the curb and my man got the bag of herb
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Another brother tried to get ill
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And try to take me out on my block, he forgot I was hard to kill
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I ran for cover so the brother missed
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He hit my man in the head, now Ed is dead, yo what is this?
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I won't stop until I see him rest
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He got popped by the cops, too late for the EMS
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Ain't no chance for survival (Why's that?)
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He tried to go head on, now he's dead on arrival
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Now you know I don't play around
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Cause the clown is face down and uptown is his burial ground
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You want beef? Well the more the merrier
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And I'm a bury that man's clan in the same area
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My entourage is fully strapped
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Turning your hard bodyguards to wussy, and pussy cats
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You know how we do it
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Putting the glock to the test, go get your vest, I'm going right through it
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He survived in intensive care
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Did the impossible in the hospital (Knocked him off right there)
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I'm an expert at disposal
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You see, everyone goes, on foes I'm killing hoes too
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Nobody takes the witness stand
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Your ass is out, I'm cleaning niggas out like Spic 'n' Span
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You want beef with a mastermind?
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But it's fine, pass the nine, now it's disaster time
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I love conflict and confrontation
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Killing enemies worse than Kennedy's assassination
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But that's not my style
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I just got buckwild so I could prove I was versatile
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Styles go on and on
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A.G. is all about peace, speaking of peace, now I'm gone
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To the brothers in D.C. (Is hard to kill)
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And the brothers in VA (Is hard to kill)
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Down in North Carolina (Is hard to kill)
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How about the brothers in Maryland? (Is hard to kill)
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Hard to Kill
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Showbiz & A.G. |