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Uh, uh, uh the torture The high class, to D Grimy and gritty, outter in this inner city is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight I should em Cuz see me you don't mean nothin I'll put you through a lifetime of nigga Then you'll learn bridges ain't made to be burned money is rightfully earned, well deserved Some rules just think, are fit for And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully Unless you wanna get spanked, the 9 fully loaded We can each other, meet at the Crossroads And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that Niggaz is capable of all that, take mom for ransom Give little kids back, that's the way we do Never shells, never drop names Roll the game as it change Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my In my you can put it on my grave "Here a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days And outta darkness graduated, may he lay" And this I swear, here in Hell we don't fair the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here
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Uh, I make moves get me where I'm goin Break fools that act like they ain't knowin how it's Dizown, with the dizark, cuz that's kid Unmask kid, look at that bastard kid That don't mind having to break or take shit And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't You faggot You I coulda been stuck it to you Nigga I wasn't even about fuckin wit you But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot Or torture this niggaz little sister and make him watch Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house But I bet you get back on some shit When I you in your mouth, bitch Aaaah, a nigga off quick Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he chockin off dick How you feel, eatin with a straw he has to through Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you Fuckin bitch suckin dick like a Put glocks back Tryin to be the first punk motherfucker that back Got that? Didn't Get? You where you gonna be layin right? I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm right? You will respect this, cuz it reckless when I cut the Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!" But it's too cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat The concrete done found meat Cuz hittin the ground still hot from comin off Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up of flesh Then niggaz'll roll his monstrous death, beatin punks to death Ain't nuthin left but the of what used to be your life Funeral payments, and dried up on my knife Y'all motherfuckers understand, when it's on it's on You up in the casket with some shades, cuz your eyes is I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and But you made it happen, with that you did Now you want Well take a piece of this ammunition And get your ass out the Hudson by some old man fishin My is almost complete message will self distruct in two seconds