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Yea this is my last chance oh, last oh Yea is my last chance, then shoot I'm to shoot I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm ready to I'm to shoot
I get it in No innuendo Nobody that I can depend on Until I in the end zone And then come out like roaches P-P-Peck it away vulchers But little did they the payroll Pick up the album, up the single Sadly, I'm so business Similar but the templates vary Never been like me and never been this My flows are crisis they scream in pitch Uh gun cock, And I'm aware of the gun laws 'em that I'm running for the top Forbes dot org
All the days of my life I have waiting for this time Could you believe now it's right before my Anybody trying to stop me better not fuck with me time Shoot, I'm ready to into the sky
Yea is my last chance oh, last chance oh Yea this is my last chance, then I'm to shoot I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm to shoot I'm ready to
Only one chance one in the gun is my life and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Oh 'em up, stick 'em up Ready to Yeah I'm ready to shoot is my life and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Get ready, I'm to shoot