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

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

[Verse 2: Child]
O six Caddy, new daddy
Twenty eight in twenty little baggies
Got a little in the back of my jacket
Cause I'm always getting they wanting to kidnap me
Flames still burning and the hatred's
I got the chainsaw and bloodstains to match
I got you like a reverend who got caught in the act
And you react like you did when he got whacked the ax
Underestimated and
I'm only handed this game from the people who never made it
I'll be if I bow out now Jack
I represent a portion of people who on the real won't allow that
They got us tatted on 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: Ya Dead Homie]
You've awoke the giant, all this psycho lying
Your sawed off blasts leave all your crying
At the wake, to bake everybody in the front row
My aim is to put your relatives in a
Laying to you stretched out in one big plot
The blood clots all over your like polka dots
No gun shots I did it all my Louisville slugger
Another notch added every I beat a mother fucker
Stomp a fucker, drag they bodies in their back yards
Chop heads and off of the corpse
The identity, I ain't trying to see no
It's on, I scatter ashes where the sun don't
And I do dirt with only close of mine
they real while you phony snitches out there dropping dimes
So give me one reason to get me to squeezing on
And I'm a haul out and cracking mother fuckers