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[Verse 1: Jamie
E town with it, turn to the
With that east repping ready for the attack
Checking all the tires, all and black
With the black embroidered on the back
Guess who's back, yep, the tray side
And we put it for life and ready to ride
and Monoxide, you ain't heard
Got people who were all anticipating our
With everywhere you look, it ain't looking not at all
And looking is waiting for you to fall
Now we design and dominate that's just mans natural
And put it on the line like reputations and slips
We got the music, let it do it do
And this stress carrying the world, we gonna that too
We gonna them fools and the rest in a cloak
At we gonna strike like black parasites

x2]
Now y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUST YO' HEAD
me a reason to leave you breathing
That's a point blank message to all the

[Verse 2: Child]
O six Caddy, brand new
Twenty eight in twenty little baggies
Got a little something in the back of my
Cause I'm getting threats they wanting to kidnap me
Flames still burning and the back
I got the chainsaw revving and to match
I got you nervous like a who got caught in the act
And you react like you did when he got with the ax
and medicated
I'm only handed this psycho game from the people who never it
be dead if I bow out now Jack
I represent a portion of people who on the real they won't that
They got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and
And undress the dead, said
We got a mark on your earth
You got a rack of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts

x2]

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Homie]
awoke the sleeping giant, all this psycho lying
Your sawed off blasts leave all your crying
At the wake, ready to bake in the front row
My aim is to put your in a hole
Laying next to you stretched out in one big
The blood all over your head like polka dots
No gun I did it all with my Louisville slugger
Another added every time I beat a mother fucker
Stomp a fucker, drag they bodies in their back yards
heads and hands off of the corpse
The identity, I trying to see no time
It's on, I scatter ashes where the sun shine
And I do dirt with only close people of
Cause real while you phony snitches out there dropping dimes
So give me one reason to get me to on another
And I'm a haul out and start cracking mother