| Makaveli in this, Killuminati
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| All through your body (All through your body)
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| The blow is like a 12-Gauge shotty (Uh) feel me!
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| (Come with me Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see)
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| And God said he should send his one begotten son
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| (What do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die)
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| To lead the wild into the ways of the man
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| Follow me! |
| (La la-da-la la la la la)
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| Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh!
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| Come with me!
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| Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
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| What do we have here now?
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| Do you wanna ride or die?
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| La la-da-la la la la la
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| I ain't a killer, but don't push me
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| Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy
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| Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
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| Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
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| Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin'
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| Seein' niggas comin' for me through my diamonds when they glistenin'
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| Now pay attention: bless me please, Father, I'm a ghost
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| In these killing fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
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| Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
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| Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee
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| Activate my hate, let it break to the flame
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| Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
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| Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
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| Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit
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| Plus, Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
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| Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary
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| Come with me!
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| Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
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| What do we have here now?
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| Do you wanna ride or die?
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| La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da
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| Come with me!
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| Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
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| What do we have here now?
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| Do you wanna ride or die?
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| La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da
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| Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers
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| Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
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| Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
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| But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
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| We ballin', catch me, Father, please
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| ‘Cause I'm fallin' in the liquor store
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| Pass the Hennessy, I hear you callin', can I get some more?
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| Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
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| Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
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| I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do?
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| One life to live, but I got nothin' to lose
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| Just me and you on a one-way trip to prison, sellin' drugs
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| We all wrapped up in this livin', life as thugs
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| To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid
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| Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
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| When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
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| Thuggin' eternal through my heart
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| Now hail Mary, nigga!
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| Come with me!
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| Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
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| What do we have here now?
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| Do you wanna ride or die?
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| La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da
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| Come with me!
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| Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
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| What do we have here now?
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| Do you wanna ride or die?
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| La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da
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| They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
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| Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
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| Our enemies die now, walk around half-dead
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| Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai Chronic
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| Mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
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| Visions of me thug-livin' gettin' me by
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| Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
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| When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
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| Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
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| Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy
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| Ready to wet the party up
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| And whoever in that motherfucker, nasty new street slugger
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| My heat seeks suckers on the regular
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| Mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra
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| Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya
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| Feet first, you've got a nice Gat but my heat's worse
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| From a thug to preachin' church
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| I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
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| Needin' work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
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| ‘Cause word is bond
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| When I was broke, I had to hustle 'til dawn
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| That's when the sun came up, there's only one way up
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| Hold your head and stay up
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| To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up
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| If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
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| Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
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| To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
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| Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
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| If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
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| Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
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| To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
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| Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
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| Come with me!
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| Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
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| What do we have here now?
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| Do you wanna ride or die?
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| We've been travelin' on this weary road
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| Sometimes life can be a heavy load
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| But we ride, ride it like a bullet
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| Hail Mary, hail Mary
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| We won't worry, everything will curry
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| Free like the bird in the tree
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| We won't worry, everything will curry
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| Yes, we free like the bird in the tree
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| We runnin' from the penitentiary
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| This is the time for we liberty
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| Hail Mary, hail Mary!
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| Westside, Outlawz
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| Makaveli the Don, solo
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| Killuminati, The 7 Days |