So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Staff While the feature is splashed to tell the news Like Katie Chung, how the bullet his lung His father watched the as he swallowed his tongue Another dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the of the slums With a that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow and get, P.L.O By the lone gunner, who revenge for his brother Who got last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new is forming Rival gangs blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is a rerun So I out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent content No tolerance so a is spent Behind a cage bent smoked out on a park Killer slave rap niggas get lynched
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We on the run with the guns, get you none it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice Commence when I throw darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody matress me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in Shootin bullets at the top ten, concoction Blend like All these niggas cheese, is we mice or men, word up We can go but then, still can't get no satisfaction Once again, on the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King
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