[INTRO:]
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"The phone rang, it was a guy that I knew, and he said"
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"They're guilty.....every fuckin' count"
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"He says they're done...."
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[Verse 1:]
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Tiger, I think ya betta get it right
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Cause shit goes bump in the night
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Came up out the gutter, now it's all butter
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And with my blade I cut like no other
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The runnin' of the bulls motherfucka it's the matador
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Peep my new Wu shoes on a marble floor
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Roll around like a cop-o eatin' on chicken
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I shoot with my eyes closed hope ain't missing
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Firin' up weed til the early morn
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It's a little bit lonely cause my girl is gone
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To my so called enemies yeh I'm back
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And you cock sucka fuckas gotta deal with that
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Cause I'm loose like gun powder hidden in a cannon
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Fly by me don't think about landin'
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Think about crashin', cause I'm about to fall
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But not before I break these laws
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Motherfucka it's the devil's heart beatin' in ya ear
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Here go the contract sold my career
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And I'm chillin' right here motherfucka in the physical form
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Grew my hair back just so I can hide my horns
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Nah mean, the fiend of the rhymes' on the scene
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My raps sound better with crime on the scene
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Fillmoe down kamikaze of rap
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Gotta have a weed sack for my party pack
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It's like that, Sugar Hill like Romello
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Stir it up til it rocks up and turn yellow
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Heavenly father it's the god of Khan
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Witness as my vertigo passes on
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Knockin' on the pearly gates high of bomb
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And you can see my life if you read my palm it's like that
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[HOOK:]
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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"Is this the end of Rico?"
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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"Is this the end of Rico?"
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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"Is this the end of Rico?"
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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[Verse 2:]
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Check this out don't move I hold ya like a slow groove
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In my mind and my soul I'ma break rules
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Get a new crew, we somethin' like the Coyote Gang
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Comin' down on ya town like black rain
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Blunts are cut and wrapped up in the indica
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Rhymes are ripped and hollow tipped when they hittin' ya
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Man it really ain't a friend ah ya
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So it ain't no prob in my mind when they gettin' ya
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Turn like a top spittin' cold begets
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Tell the record lable die if they hold the cheque
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Because it's right here homie the fetish for cash
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You get it then you split it then you hit it and mash
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You talk like a squirrel, I hope ya ain't a squealer
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You lookin' at a new improved rap drug dealer
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Take flight, buckle up like a plane ride
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Why oh why do I remain high
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Shootin' at the sky that's over my head
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Hopin' that the bullets all wake the dead
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Loud enough that it even shake they bed but
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Quiet enough that it don't attract the feds
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Because I fly like a bat outta hell that's for real
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Think like a prisoner sittin' in jail
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When it come to these rhymes better get the scale
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Or act like ya blind fucka read it in brail
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Nigga crime fell no crime on the rise
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All in ya eyes is the sign of the times
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Heavenly father it's the god of Khan
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Witness as my vertigo passes on
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Standin' at the pearly gates high of bomb
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And you can see my life if you read my palm
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[HOOK:]
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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"Is this the end of Rico?"
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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"Caesar Enrico Vandello"
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Ceasar Enrico
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| Andre Nickatina |
