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I get it in No innuendo Nobody that I can depend on Until I touchdown in the end And then come out like roaches P-P-Peck it away vulchers But did they know the payroll Pick up the album, pick up the Sadly, I'm so business Similar but the templates vary Never been like me and been like this My are crisis they scream in high pitch Uh gun cock, And I'm well aware of the gun Telling 'em that I'm running for the top dot org
All the days of my life I have been waiting for this Could you believe now it's right my eyes Anybody trying to stop me better not with me this time Shoot, I'm ready to shoot the sky
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one chance one bullet in the gun This is my life and I got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Oh stick 'em up, 'em up to shoot Yeah I'm ready to shoot This is my and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Get ready, I'm ready to