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All the days of my life I been waiting for this time Could you believe now it's right before my Anybody trying to me better not fuck with me this time Shoot, I'm ready to into the sky
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one chance one bullet in the gun This is my and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Oh 'em up, stick 'em up Ready to Yeah yeah I'm to shoot is my life and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Get ready, I'm ready to