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put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve gauge I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye Well, he's not like we are, see he
and decay We got off the airplane A couple of runaways I was hoping you'd stay Could you stay You were the holiest one From a taxi cab in Chelsea Out past
But keep the heat by it, so when why'all creep keep quiet [Chorus] You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga But sit the fuck down you
my math too I leave a message, ain't a phone I use I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
to the hood for the night Bats on heels nigga straps gon kill The cab no wheels jack told Jill I don't like kinds and icons who pipe dimes and so on Let by
throughout my life those are the rules that I've lived by A sucker put his hands on me homie I'll give a guy A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab Get 'em a steaks
things out Like a ruler 'cause nowadays, the cart we juggle is full of hate, killas, and Runaways. I'm sick of it, so I'll be the first brother to shout,
fierce", Man, I'm agasp here Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears After I smack you
have to, tryin' to get my math too I leave a message, ain't a phone I use I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise Leave 50 niggas dead,
a sick-minded freak, six minds kinda think Sitcom-blinded geek found life by hide-and-seek I climb the steep, a few times a week The line's with skeet,
tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats And Jade's a fucking acrobat, I'll flip her on a mattress Last