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[intro: buddha monk, (unknown sample), {computerized deep voice}]
(smiling faces.. faces.. sometimes)
Now me, just let me get you now
Ya right there God
Innocent bystanders {shots laid
{this one's the new you can't do that
{here's somethin you've waitin to hear}
up god? (smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Come.. follow me {come on motherfuckers}
(smiling faces.. faces.. sometimes)
{the tiger, check it out on streets}

buddha monk & drunken dragon]
Come me on this journey of deep darkness
Where most bust off slugs and do robberies
The victims are some known and some
the good die yound and the bad makes it home

[buddha
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out,
By this kid named ty who his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that tore his
Now the prescribed, he might not live long ?
He got his on, suited up with army fatigues
To find this kid, and make I make his ass bleed
Now we multiple by six, a and mad up the fast ?
Flintch, nigga move and ya to get hit
We his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch
Now his red, blood drippin out of his head
Is he dead? no, take his motherfuckin ?
His last request, asked to his last breathe
Grabbed his chest and separated the head the neck

[buddha
Now ? to make a meal with man from out of state
You first mistake, hated the nigga who weights
On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he the mad papes
He once faster than a rock off the place
Set up a plate, called over to this gril chase
Her skin is smooth, ? than a inch
up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake
Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin
Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is great
He the name, my friends call me ?
He didn't know the plan was to his money flow
He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck stacy's
Now mr. large in from the back row
>from where I stand, it looked like he had a
His mistakes, ah, she burns from the ac'
Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his
Her surprise, he look with his right eye
Or the third eye, now the streets rain murder
The nigga lost, caught two slugs a a thug
In his mug, another body bagged, was

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Smilling faces, faces.. sometimes (x8)