[Kurupt]
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(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
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What's up nigga, what's cracking? Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up!
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(Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh)
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Exchange rearrange and multiply all the multitude or experience multiple gun shots
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Back and chest shots, leg arm and neck shots
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Now drop upcoming neck shots or head shots
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Aim motherfucker don't ask, blast
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Smash boom batter and crash
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Shells spread from head to head like rashes
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When it clashes
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Kurupt fuck niggas up get plucked like ashes
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Drive by's drive by night and day
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The homie grill in the drive by night and day
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For what the fuck we believe in nigga, we willing to die
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Jail and fry and watch the heaven's fry
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Tell my momma and my daddy and my daughters by
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But pops died with no fear see there's no reason to cry
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I'm a burn the house down bust around 20 rounds
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Around and around hollow hideous hellhounds
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[Chorus]
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My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
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And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
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Just pass and die around here
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Cuz my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears)
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I said My heart don't pump no fear (no fear)
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And my eyes don't shed no tears (no tears)
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Just pass and die around here
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My heart don't pump no fear (don't pump no fear)
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[Slip Capone]
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We finta ride tonight what if I die tonight
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I won't scream won't holla and I sure won't cry
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Cuz if it's meant to be the bullet's meant for me
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If I catch a ? and let me rest in peace
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I can't feel no grief don't feel no pain
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Some say I'm cold and bitter some say plain insane
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But I ain't crazy at all I'm not sick in the head
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Can't concentrate on living to busy thinking about the dead
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All of my homies is gone shot down in the streets
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Let me be the chosen one to represent for the deceased
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Go through up and down those in heaven above
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Those scattered shot myself and those who I love
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If I get shot in the dome I'll be dead and gone
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Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone
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Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt
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Let my soul sleep sound six feet beneath the earth
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Cuz when I'm under the gun it's like I'm on top of the world
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Escaping the danger bullets almost flipping my curls
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It's an adrenaline rush like a masculine high
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Life's a long ride, but we all die
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Cuz my heart don't pump no fear
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And I ain't scared of nobody out here
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God hates a coward they told me that when I was young
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And F.E.A.R. stands for fuck everything and run
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[Chorus]
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[Daz]
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Me and my niggas come strapped (AK's) With some heavy shit (tech's)
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So if we come in the back come equipped
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Run, hide, and duck quick
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Before we shake your shit
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Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped
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I get a grip
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50100's and count it up
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Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a nut
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Who got the flavor can't control my behavior
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Since a teenager I packed automatics and gauges
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Switchblades and razors, who the fuck can fade us? (nobody)
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Me and my motherfucking dogs outrageous
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With a tommy gun it reminds ya son
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The battle cry's and war drums it just begun
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Vicious as an alligator the street major
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No sorrow swallow my sorrow who can fade us? (nobody)
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Within a late night hour I wonder in the dark
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And I wonder in my heart just when the 44 sparks
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[Chorus]
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(Ooooooooooooh Oooooooooooooh)
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My heart don't pump no fear
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(Whistling)
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My Heart Don't Pump No Tear
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Tha Dogg Pound |