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[Chorus]

(???)
Young niggaz stay hungry for war
Bred and raised by hustlers and whores
Born the struggle in this jungle, escape poor
While
And ain't no stoppin, once a nigga start
It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon, is where I was born and raised
And doomed
in the dark
And ain't no stoppin, once a nigga start
It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon, is where I was born
heat
Niggas unload, I need another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what
the talking heads 
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds. 
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home.
the square, sell it by the o
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue
goes my heat, not Tweet (uh)
I'm not sweet (not sweet) you could hear it
Or fear it, and read it and weep and get dirty in a week

Somebody ring
breathe is gory, disinegrate ya no need for stories
for the police, my flow heat leave no evidence
no sediment I burn books, there's no testament
and Certified stand tall above ridiculous under-achievers
And constant non-believers

I'm on stage with a hanful of panadols handin them out
'cause of the head
her pussy blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under the seat ready