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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill |
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Your head is falling apart, and |
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I start to rebuild |
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Your mind, your outta time, |
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I'm out ya mind |
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Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore |
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Back to the groove line |
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Suckers tried to move mine |
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The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign |
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I start to release mine |
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Now you gotta cease mine |
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Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign. |
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I got style, |
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I got class |
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Try to diss me, and |
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I'll beat your ass |
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I don't say, |
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I spray niggaz olay |
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Like a '74, homey don't play |
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Down on the east side, my name is |
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EshamRollin' through your hood, and |
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I'm ticking like a time bomb |
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Ready to blow up, ready to go up side |
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Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said |
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A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands |
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Now you get to ride in the ambulance'cause it's murder(Chorus) |
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Redrum,Redrum |
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Redrum, Redrum |
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Redrum, Redrum , |
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Redrum , Redrum |
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Redrum, Redrum, |
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Redrum ,Redrum |
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Redrum, Redrum, |
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Redrum , Redrum |
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Redrum!!Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip |
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Mother ****ers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped |
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Whipping out my mini-mag, ****ing niggaz up |
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Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up? |
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Doing it, like a renegade |
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Sticks and stones is played |
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Who's gone get ****ed up, |
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I got a gun, you got a blade |
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I'm taking no shit, |
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Reel Life product is legit |
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Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit |
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Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one |
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The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun |
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Going off on niggaz, like |
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I just based the pipe |
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Take a n |
