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Peak #1,112
#100,619 in subgenre
Peak #610
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June 19, 2003
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Lyrics
its a real war goin on outside the premisis
no man is safe, blood stains is ur evidence
we come smooth with the style of chanel
every man for themself, at the strike of hell
once ur bones hit shells, u juss cant help urself, but gasp for breath
proceed with caution...betta watch out for these candy lookin objects
ever since day one, i been loyal to the projects
wake up in the back of the lex coupe luxury, ya buggin me, by stuttering, your lips turn buttery
i could see it in your eyes its fear/
sweat drips down ur cheeks,gotta wipe ur tears/
young fools gotta keep ur cool by the rules
or be prepared for a talk from my metallic tool/
yo my teams is sick - its obvious as shit/
its survival of the fit - when my rivals get hit/
The 2 double zero 3 year is set
gotta wear slug proof underneath my vest
its a terrorist threat, and ur heart is next/
thats why ima whip out this bomb and attach it to ur chest/
boom erang, it comes back with a bang/
you a half-breed nigga, call u lana lang/
or a half-way crook, i leave all niggas shook/
Go gat for gat, i like to play by the book/
yo u scared to look, at the DA's on the roof/
walkin out, wit ur head down, strapped with cuffs/
i had enuff of wakin up, wit the heavens to foresee me/
so I lurk without protection till the Lord forgives me/
gotta keep my life, gotta kill to survive/
Gotta keep my worst enemies close nearby/
we livin this till the day we die/
the only rule in the game is to stay alive/
My mind set- is drug, guns, murder, and sex/
i wanna kill you, and i aint even heard of you yet/
the steamin bodies on the concrete gaspin for breath/
let my mind get- in a type serious threat/
I'm telling you son-making tough niggas run/
I'll send you closer to God like a certified nun/
I am the one, flows floating through air/
Niggas trippin on mah rhymes, send you fallin off your chair/
Been born in the ghetto, gonna die wit mah shadow/
I own you fake motherfuckin' liars, call me gepetto/
Just keep talkin shit and my staple-gun will shush-you/
Fuck the razor-blade-son-my slanted eyes will cut you/
They say I can't rap about this and that/
They sayin it ain't together like a kit n kat/
But watch me turn the other way while y'all chit and chat/
Go see another tailor, you ain't fit to rap/
our styles mis-n-match, so go kiss my ass/
Kiss my ghetto ass bitch, I piss on class/
My mind set- is drug, guns, murder, and sex/
i wanna kill you, and i aint even heard of you yet/
the steamin bodies on the concrete gaspin for breath/
let my mind get- in a type serious threat/
Whatever, I'm like a regular guy, just better/
Sayin life's a bitch, but wonder why I never met-her/
Get-her then I'm gonna dead-her when my heater gonna wet-her/
till-you soaked in my shit and -- go poke your woman/
if you don't got a woman, then go choke on your chicken/
If you wanna chill with me- bring a case of dutch/
Your shit won't flush cuz you ate too much/
I'm sellin spittin to guys- sellin chickens some thighs/
My style got that nigga devil wishin he'd die/
Got labels pickin me up like they truancy/
Get your ass hip-hoppin like you on speed/
My mind set- is drug, guns, murder, and sex/
i wanna kill you, and i aint even heard of you yet/
the steamin bodies on the concrete gaspin for breath/
let my mind get- in a type serious threat/
My MIND SET
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