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[where the crows
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[Verse 1: Darko]
All the homies say I'm brain
Amen, weed, talk shit
All these rappers be on pain
So why I give a fuck how to fit
Heard you don't gang bang
But you're twisting up the fingers in the
Know you gotta have a aim
When you're shooting the whip
New World Order, baby
Please smarter, instead of harder
That New Order
The world is mine, so why the fuck I give you a portion
New Order
No shit, revolvin', bust guns that start riots
so round and soft, I left a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, under armpit

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New World
New Order

New Order
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Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the

[Verse 2: Juice]
Ain't no rivalry, ain't no and seek
bang, rather you than me
Another rapper, just a bunch of
Come my way 'til the boat sink
My lifestyle gets unusual, [?] about the usual
in my blood, it's in my heart
You out here, dressing like some thots
I'm really out here, eating some rastas
Your baby girl slurp me like some
Hotel looking a trap house
Tour bus looking like a frat
I like the way she with her ass out
She [?] mad now
Call it AK, bring the bands out
a New World Order, we the gang now

[Chorus: Erick Arc and Meechy Darko]
New Order
New World

New World
New World
New World
New Order
New World
New Order
Rebel no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

3: Erick Arc Elliott]
You we make history
Burn your light,
Niggas ain't to me
I bet you offend you, it's mental, I you
Shit is so raw, you can't read it on your
Strictly on the mental, slice face,
On Heath Ledger shit, smash face pencil
Copying my
Soaking up the swag I excude, so excuse this my next move All the best do their own stunts
I'm harder on these cold fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' back where the crows
[?]
up in the clouds, never seen my nose run
Don't front, not a nigga you can on
for that ass, and a glass you can toast on
Boy you got the scope on and he both arms
Can't keep it concealed, know we gotta gun

[Chorus: Erick Arc and Meechy Darko]
New Order
New Order

New Order
New Order
New World
New Order
New World
New World
Rebel no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter