Drugs rule everything around me,
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fiend
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get the powder,
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drink another beer ya'll X 4
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I keep it underground, like showbiz and a.g
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like macro, cut you like Kid Capri
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they call me Diablo let the gun smoke
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like Rakim say, kid I ain't no joke
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I think when I'm not city scapin this
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If it's a law kid, we be breakin' it
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2001 we makin hits
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so one for the treble
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two for the bass
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three for the nights that puts a lump in your face
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the streets might said I could never do
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catchin motherfucking bullets for the crew
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I ride for my niggas
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die for my niggas
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Catch, abide, and get high on my niggas
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the bitch back breaker rappin decapitant
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diablo, eagles, MC, eliminate
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what up playa? MC, Slayer
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kill you in your dreams, muffle your screams
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put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend
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reppin three letter which are D.M.S
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spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest
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It's Mr. hard to get along with
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you wanna write a song with
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any given time you can catch me with a bomb bitch
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think you catch me slippin?
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I think you better stop bitch
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I'll slip like Sugar Shane and leave your motherfuckin wig split
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step back before you get smacked, no runnin' from it
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you too, I'll take you to school, you ain't above it
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I stay raw, hardcore, have you screamin "no more"?
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bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours
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Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino
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you can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied to my bed-post
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lookin' like Alicia Keys on her knees, lickin' the bag, just for a freeze
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ya know it's me baby caught you scrapping like it's nessesar
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Drinking jack and coke at the end of the bar
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we thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, who already out like a pack of gorillas
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you and your man get the fam, must be jokin'
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must be the dust you be smokin'
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Call you straight up Cho Cha I gon ta heavy metal smoke-ya
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stomp your ass like a roach-a
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playing like ya moms, hit ya with the chancleta, Repa!
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Leading your man down to the coffin
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trapped in a dazzel like Christopher Walken
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now look who's talkin', set me off
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They're dumb like a fuck with a cool-aid smile danny diablo 'k, the devil's child
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LA (rockin')
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The Queens (keep rockin')
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Transplants (rockin')
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Diablo (keep rockin')
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[x4]
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Drugs rule everything around me,
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fiend
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get the powder,
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drink another beer ya'll
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[x8]
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D.R.E.A.M.
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| The Transplants |
