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[Verse 1: Jamie
E with it, turn to the back
With that side repping ready for the attack
all the tires, all white and black
With the black embroidered on the back
who's back, yep, it's the tray side
And we put it down for life and ready to
and Monoxide, you ain't heard
Got people who all anticipating our return
With everywhere you look, it looking good not at all
And everybody is waiting for you to fall
Now we design and dominate that's just mans natural
And put it on the line reputations and pink slips
We got the music, let it do it do
And this stress the world, we gonna carry that too
We gonna bury them and the rest in a cloak
At we gonna strike like black parasites

x2]
Now don't y'all, not for one
Think I just BUST YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to you breathing
That's a point blank message to all the

2: Monoxide Child]
O six Caddy, new daddy
eight grams in twenty little baggies
Got a little something in the of my jacket
Cause I'm always getting threats they wanting to 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 who never made it
I'll be if I bow out now Jack
I represent a portion of people who on the they won't allow that
They got us on their neck, breast, chest and head
And undress the dead, enough
We got a mark on your earth
You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth

x2]

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Homie]
awoke the sleeping giant, all this psycho lying
Your sawed off blasts leave all your mama's
At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the row
My aim is to put your relatives in a
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
notch added every time I beat a mother fucker
Stomp a mother fucker, drag they bodies in their back
heads and hands off of the corpse
The identity, I trying to see no time
It's on, I scatter ashes the sun don't shine
And I do dirt with close people of mine
Cause they real while you phony snitches out there dimes
So give me one reason to get me to on another
And I'm a haul out and cracking mother fuckers