Tonalité : Eb major
Verse 1
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Killing you would be too easy, too clean.
It wouldn't hurt enough.
Not for what you've done to me. No.
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For that, I wanna see you suffer.
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I wanna make you taste.
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Smell it. Live it.
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Somebody wants me dead
and everyday
I feel the presence of an enemy
But I ain't goin' out like
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Mr. John F. Kennedy
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I'm lovin' it when you
underestimate the southerner
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Tryin' to infiltrate but you still ain't discover
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the secrets of the hidden
Forbidden for mortal man to find
That's why you wanted
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to me in
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but you done lost your mind
Protected by all my brothers
that I break with
Times are hectic,
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many casualties are expected
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But not he, my product of
the system that I live in
That marked me,
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and said that I would die stuck in prison
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Though never again,
will I be caught incarcerated
With no win,
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you heard it from the Grimm Refund,
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and still I'ma live my life illegal
To the fullest,
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my Desert Eagle is bloody automatic
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And the bullets will kill a man dead
When you see me, nigga,
bring your best
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Surrounded by opposition, I'll be
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If only I could kill me,
maybe cause they don't feel me
So they plot to feel me,
how can they kill me?
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When these niggas scared to get near me
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They hide up in their windows
and watch me every step
When they thinkin' I'm creepin', nigga,
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I done already crept
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Off the scene with your green
mouth up and ride off
Before the night's out,
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I gots to make it before they find out
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Where I've been hiding out
If they do, then I have no choice
Then burn down camp like a
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champ and match the voice
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Clean them traces, just get off the scene
And leave it smokin', keep on jokin'
All the while I'm hopin'
these market niggas
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ain't take that end over jokin'
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Cause if they do,
I'm on a mission like Steven Seagal
Summoning the Punished,
the Pitiful,
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what's sad to dig on with y 'all?
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I'ma ride with ya, ride with ya
Let's collide, if don't mind,
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then click and bite, nigga
I'ma coincide with your
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wanted and bed -dead
Before my tombstone lay me to rest
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Better get to your game, bitch
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I know I'm off to death, man
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Look upon this madman I'm dead
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And I don't even know it
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These probably be my last words
So I'ma get to talkin' in these days
I gotta stay paid for this world
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Lay with me under the grave
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My tombstone, reason I'm gone
Can't come back home, I'm off to death
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For how long? I don't know,
but you I bet
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Before I go,
I'm takin' these motherfuckers down with me
I'm in the jungle ready to rumble
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camouflage come get me
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I wish you would let that shit
be understood
before you try and put me out
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I'm like fire to wood with gas mixed with a twist the wind
blowing while I'm throwing these thunderstorms
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to keep the flames going ain't nobody knowing which England's
starting from watch the choice mister come they try to run
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but all get done one by one
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disintegrate when them flames
penetrate through their bones
after they don't burn them up
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that's all they take bitches
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so you better come with it
I'm vicious smashing your every
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Can't stop till I drop these motherfuckers,
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cause I've been warned to death
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