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seven lined up for Your head
Before the second shot he was already dead
Hit him up make blood leak from his dread
If You don't want to be next just do

hands are getting dirty and the dogs cry out for more
Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your Whore.

Sun rise and it shines
It's killing

I bring
I'm stompin in these boots I'm walkin in
I'm losing patients faster than doctor fuckin Kovorkian
I ain't talkin bout Tolkien, lord of these

off your chaps and pick up your hat
And try again for eight
He's done some time, and paid some fines
And had some real bad women
He made mistakes

them niggas bow
Fear me now or be deceased
I ain't choosin' sides, hell nah
Fuck everybody it's Westside when I ride
Watch for dead bodies
Lyrics are

followin' the Porsche in the seven (yo, who the fuck are those niggas man?)
Damn, maybe I'm just illin' (yo, is that?)
The van made a right, BM in

And so I hustle for the free as im spilling in the booth 
Spittin only truth, Call the troops
I got my navy lookin wavy
Walkin on water, in our nike boots

Karma

Twiztid

Man's Myth, Vol. 1

2005

a second so we can sleep
Riddled by day dreams and puzzled by life
All of us are running through darkness in search of the light
As the demons disappear

I've made so many dreadful mistakes
And to this day they haunt me
Just can't let it all break me; must keep moving
And keep improving day by day; I'm

the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
Bitch were barely both made it
See the thinly

Oh my god, are y'all twins
Shark  up out  the water, I just left from by the bay
I just fucked your main hoe, got her wetter than a tank
Feel like

you're created
And you are important, yeah I said it uhh
I'm telling no lies okay
I'm hoping you find your way

Walkin' on red boots, findin' me blue clues

on a tee

Seven six two if it curve like a J
Strapped in the Stu just recording with jay
Throw the strap in my boot get pulled over by the jakes
Stop asking

'round this 7th floor I keep my eyes peeled
For these here hoes

If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew

the truth, I got the boot and it feels cold
But it's funny how my soul was healed by a Black Swan with steel toes
That's why I call her Mrs. Doubtfire
Try

one of their albums (what?)
Eminem made a lot of commercials
For Call of Duty
But really doesn't know a whole lot about 'em
Michael Jackson secretly

drop 
I'm sharp like a karate chop 
Goku on the beat like kamehameha
And I made this beat all by myself, ladidadi
My dick long as a ruler 
And I'm slick,

for
A little turpentine, raw fire in the belly
Or just a desire to settle the score
The count is 3-2-1 and our reserves are looking thin
When you've

matter at all
It's so lame!

Can't stomach the nightly news
Can't stand these brand new shoes
'Cause they're made
By a kid in second grade
In a third world

Woo!
Thirty seconds is a third of the time that it usually cooks for
Nah, nah, nah
Seconds of the Simon Says of the sacred has me saying
Nah, nah,

A sadistic empire, is mastering our lives
There's something they're hiding, hiding underneath
Children are still dying in bloody blitzkriegs
For

The dried up blood of guilt and shame
All the mistakes that I've made
Are carved into the concrete that have once made up these city streets
I wonder

a hour count it
I don't fuck with nobody
I hold it down by myself
These niggas talk like they gangster
Until they run and go tell
Put a switch on a glizzy

bookshelf a usual placement
Only labels I'm working with - are located in Visual Basic
Basically I've got the power, point made, you can take my Word for it