[Intro: Leathafase]
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Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers)
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(It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap)
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Short story, (actual actual)
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For y'all faggots, (homo niggaz)
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Get in line, (stand up)
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Throw your hands up (fire in your ear)
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Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed)
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God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit!
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[U-God (Leathafase)]
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The hot fly shit, do or die forces
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Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress
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(More of this, blow the door frame off the henges
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Columbian drug lord) Part time business
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Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice
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Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis
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(His name was with jealous, they finance the figures
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Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners
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[Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)]
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When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap)
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Niggaz want the streets back (it's a wrap)
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Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap)
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Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap)
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[Leathafase (U-God)]
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When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares
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Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs
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To the bible I sware to complete the contract
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(Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact
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Fierce in combat, killin' flow level
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Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels
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Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle
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Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal
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[Chorus]
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[U-God (Leathafase) {both}]
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Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK)
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Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray)
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Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace
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Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine
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(If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier
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He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up)
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Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em
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Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain}
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[Chorus]
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[Leathafase (U-God) {both}]
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With his last breath, this die hard villain
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(Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling)
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Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion
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(Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun)
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Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray
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(Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head
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(Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs)
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Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids)
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In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact)
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{Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract}
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[Chorus]
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[U-God (Leathafase)]
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Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap)
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Leathafase]
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Motherfucker, it's a wrap
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It's A Wrap
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U-God |