Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso
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Guns blow back from the track, now the blunts roll
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Onslaught 24/7 now the funds flow
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Anybody gets in my way I let their guts show
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Sick farms ain’t doing shit without the big bucks
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Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you’re lame ducks
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Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust
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Come on man I don’t give a fuck, who wanna test nuts
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Scrapping, let’s go toe to toe, I start the capping
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Shirt stamping, like Sherm on a stick, nines are clapping
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Who’s that then, who wanna be next, I make your back bend
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Push comes to shove, no love, I make it happen
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There’s gotta be more to life than just this
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Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
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You say it gets better, well fuck that (fuck that)
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You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped
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You never pay for rent off of cocaine and weed
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Man I dance with the devil but I never get to lead
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Don’t get me wrong, if I could I’d make a change
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Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange
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They say the grass is greener on the other side shit
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But the fence is in the way now and I ain’t buyin’ it
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I made a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
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Even when I’m dead and gone, I’ll always be around
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I’ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was lynch
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In the game riding high, while you fuckers ride the bench
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Skinhead Rob runnin' by, motherfuckers hit the fence
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Hit the Fence
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| The Transplants |
