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[Verse 1: Jamie
E with it, turn to the back
With that east side repping for the attack
Checking all the tires, all and black
With the black Twiztid on the back
Guess who's back, yep, it's the side
And we put it down for and ready to ride
Madrox and Monoxide, you ain't
Got people who were all anticipating our
With you look, it ain't looking good not at all
And looking is waiting for you to fall
Now we design and dominate that's just mans instinct
And put it on the line like reputations and slips
We got the music, let it do it do
And this stress carrying the world, we gonna carry too
We gonna bury fools and the rest in a cloak
At we gonna strike like black parasites

x2]
Now y'all, not for one second
Think I won't BUST YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you
That's a point message to all the non-believers

2: Monoxide Child]
O six Caddy, brand new
Twenty grams in twenty little baggies
Got a something in the back of my jacket
Cause I'm always getting threats wanting to kidnap me
Flames still burning and the hatred's
I got the revving and bloodstains to match
I got you nervous like a reverend who got in the act
And you react like you did he got whacked with the ax
Underestimated and
I'm only handed this psycho game from the people who made it
I'll be dead if I bow out now
I represent a portion of people who on the real won't allow that
They got us tatted on their neck, breast, and head
And undress the dead, enough
We got a on your planet earth
You got a rack of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts

x2]

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Homie]
You've the sleeping giant, all this psycho lying
Your sawed off blasts leave all your crying
At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the row
My aim is to put your in a hole
Laying next to you stretched out in one big
The blood clots all over head like polka dots
No gun I did it all with my Louisville slugger
Another notch every time I beat a mother fucker
a mother fucker, drag they bodies in their back yards
Chop heads and off of the corpse
The identity, I ain't to see no time
on, I scatter ashes where the sun don't shine
And I do dirt with close people of mine
Cause they real while you phony snitches out dropping dimes
So give me one reason to get me to squeezing on
And I'm a haul out and start mother fuckers