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I don't spread no message of violence nobody silence me
quiet gun shots start riots so do fry them little boys
don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on

S and the world those little girls in jonesboro died all
alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell up with
ammo do they know what he's thinkin and the plan is
out
And be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and
I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note
b
E baby debbie me did he die crazy baby let's go to the
to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I chance
it I got
Dren myself and I watch their being demons seep under me
breathin see me me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin
and I dreamin.

I in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of
justice blame it on bone thug music and fo fathers
don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in reminisce
juvy
Lumbus in I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it
adrenaline rush for the get back gang war niggas fred ward
americas wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid
for
Mr. mitchell you's a grown man with no soul fry him at
15 old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the
murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you heard him go

Go little dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini
nina ross in the crossroads die off demon off those and
assistant distant fry but they was kids right these boyz
is kil
Hat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if
were big you dig.

I don't blame the babies the lawyers but I'm royal legally
unfoil mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay
attention boy and eye for an eye go on and kill and you
wi
E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry are the
signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven move me right fo sho

Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs for the
youth for the world is so blurry o critical thoughts of
my fury with of double edge swords surely have faith in
God b
M worried at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with
my crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off
lethally injected he's just a kid aw he die like he's

G can you dig...........