[Verse 1]
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Record spins, I¡¯m going in
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I don¡¯t shoot to kill, I play to win
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Stay catching up with the cutthroats
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Some men shoot a nigga, throw ¡®em off the tugboat, no floats
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The body sinks to the bottom
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Or left off the side of the road to smell rotten
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The murder sprees, random killings
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Ghostface Killah¡¯s back attacking villains, hanging from the ceilings
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Godfather motives, gangsta mentality
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Black superhero with the immortality
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Forever, I be creeping in a black mist
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Ill night vision with the militant tactics
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I glide through the air like a swarm of bees
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Shake niggas off quick like a dog with fleas
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Raw meat, leave bodies slumped in the street
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Revenge is the spice of life, it¡¯s so sweet
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Ay yo, pipe bombs blowing they souls to Jesus
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Don¡¯t need nothing but the puzzle glue for the pieces
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Meat cleaver cut finger tips like rib tips
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Home invasions, cars gonna flip, the mucous lose
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Pair of cement shoes, tossed in the ocean
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Popped until they brain ooze, I won¡¯t lose
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Blood all on my apron, hog tie ¡®em up while they try escaping
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Peeped the visual, tied ¡®em up individual,
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Took their clothes off, season ¡®em like sausage
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Let the pits out to eat ¡®em, that¡¯s the remedy
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Attack, kill, bite off their extremities
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Blood bath splash my name on my wall
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Call it piece delivery, leave a tip on the stall
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With an arm, leg, a head
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I¡¯m coming for you all
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[Verse 2]
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It¡¯s the sure shot
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Heart of a lion
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King of the jungle
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I¡¯m a humble killer bee
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You as soft as a bumble
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I don¡¯t crumble, I strike back hard with a vengeance
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Attack through these killer words I spit in a sentence
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I¡¯m a menace, the black card cape, caped crusader
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The face of a ghost, I disappear in the vapors
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You could murder my flesh and bone, soul¡¯s invincible
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Revenge my death, payback¡¯s the main principal
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Protect ya neck when you move, I be lurking in the shadows
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Starks, the gangsta nigga, I never lose battles
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Pimp nigga, with a superhero logo on my chest
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Big Gucci link, GFK on the crest
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Icy arm for the eagle with the eight carat ruby eyes
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Piss on your motherfucking arm while I¡¯m stupid high
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All black down, royalty purple and some ice chips
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Two Glock 9s pointed at you in a hype flick
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[Verse 3]
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Now I¡¯m alone in the room, and I just stare at the wall
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Revenge my death but I¡¯m going through with yours
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My lost niggas, I miss them
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This new power and wisdom
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Got me thinking I¡¯ve made a whole lot of bad decisions
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Got locals still to deal with
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Should I kill her?
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Throw her ass in a cage with a gorilla
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Or let her live and treat her like scum of the Earth
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I¡¯ve got goons to feed and babies to birth
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I¡¯m the God now, plus I¡¯m a super rich nigga
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Do more help than harm, either way you figure
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Should I protect and serve
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Or cock and aim destruction?
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Let the enterprise take over the force of production
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Corruption, my mind state is unpredictable
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I¡¯m bulletproof now, back from the dead, I¡¯m invincible
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The Sure Shot (Parts 1 & 2)
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Ghostface Killah |