YOU BACKTHEFUCKUP!
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Cause I've had enough
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They put the evil in chains and handcuffs
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They hope that people will change and have love
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They hope the weak will rise and stand tough
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I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN
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Maybe it's just an experiment from the scientist
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Maybe the reason that most of the people are buyin this
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They're all in search of solution, that's why they tryin this
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I'm beside myself and I don't understand
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I need some time to breathe and
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Wake up from my master plan
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I don't fit in
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but I'm sure in no time I'll be on your shit list
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then you'll..
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WELCOME HOME!
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When you come down..
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WELCOME HOME!
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Come here with me..
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WELCOME HOME!
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When you come down..
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WELCOME HOME! HOME! HOME!
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Come here with me..
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WELCOME HOME!
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When you come down..
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WELCOME HOME!
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Come here with me..
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WELCOME HOME!
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When you come down..
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WELCOME HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME!
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Sick games with sick ways to play though
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Don't say no names or get smushed out like play-doh
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They put my name, stature in limbo
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then it all pops like a sawed of gage (oh!)
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Shoot the place, nobody is givin a fuck
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Street teams and big trucks, and driveways stuck
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With no bucks and you can chalk it up to bad luck
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But on the real muthafucka, your music just sucks
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I'm a quicka eater like a ego
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and choke your fuckin neck till you're beggin me to let go
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everybody warned you, I know because you said so
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but now you makin t-shirts in your basement, stealin my instrumentals
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Monumental and detrimental
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the one that that make me wanna slit you
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I'm holdin my son, holdin the gun, holdin it down, holdin the sound
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Forever I'm underground, so hear me now
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When you come down..
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WELCOME HOME!
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Come here with me..
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WELCOME HOME!
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When you come down..
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WELCOME HOME! HOME! HOME!
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Come here with me..
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WELCOME HOME!
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I'm beside myself
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WELCOME HOME!
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and I don't understand
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WELCOME HOME!
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I need some time to breathe and
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WELCOME HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME!
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Bitches are nervous cuz we got up on the pigs
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So they sickin to hide and try to thicken they clip
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I got a clip for the whole squad
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and if we get to shootin them termin ninjas is screamin out "oh my god"
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Help me lord, been irritated and imitated
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and even hated for the fact that my face is painted
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Maybe it's prejudice, I realize and recognize the fact
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The envisionist company, they gon turn it white and black
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Writin bars like the others, don't matter color or creed
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When they say with animosity
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No undisputed enemies appalled
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Y'all dicks got no balls, because the real biggest mob of them all is city hall
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We the product of environment, ghetto till we finish
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Till the day that we retire and close out for business
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I know you feelin this, you wellin up inside
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But the clip in ya heata, pull the trigga, and let's ride
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WELCOME HOME!
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I'm beside myself
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WELCOME HOME!
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and I don't understand
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WELCOME HOME!
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I need some time to breathe and
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WELCOME HOME! HOME! HOME!
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Come here with me..
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WELCOME HOME!
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I don't fit in
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WELCOME HOME!
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But I'm sure in no time
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WELCOME HOME!
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I'll be on your shit list
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WELCOME HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME! HOME!
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Welcome Home
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Twiztid |