| If you see my head hanging low, better leave me alone
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| When the good vibes pass, and the weed is gone
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| I can’t see the right, I only see the wrong
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| I’m just trying make a living, trying sing a song
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| But so many people wanna share their negative spirit
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| They wanna criticize my shit, and make sure I can hear it
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| But do you make your own beats, do you write your own lyrics?
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| And can you mix own song, after you engineer it?
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| Cause we do, if we doing shots I’mma need too
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| The work got me feeling like I’mma make you bleed soon
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| How could you look at me, and not see truth
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| How could you be true to everything rappers feed you
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| If that was my diet, I’ll be throwing up on a daily
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| You motherfuckers making me chaotic like kelly
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| You trippin of what I’m sayin', and let me know I ain’t playin'
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| I must be doing something right, to fall in your conversations about me
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| What I’m doing in the D, C-A-N-O-N-I-Z-E, AMB (psychoptahic family) for life
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| So now this industry tightest, is all afraid of me, and they should be to
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| Everything we do is to keeping on making you bleed through
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| Blood all over the car and dashboard to seats too
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| Bodies found bloody and bumping them AMB tunes, yeah
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| They try to study mine’s, can’t ignore the beauty in my ugly rhymes
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| Aside from all the women trying to fuck me
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| I’m such a loony guy, glad you took the time to even try my shit
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| But if you ain’t feeling me, you will need to leave it alone
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| Cause I can murder, and as soonest I can leave, I’m gone
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| You making me mad, I got my both hands squeezing your dome, until you…
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| Bleed!
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| All enemies be afraid of me
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| My side ain’t playin', so don’t play with me
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| I make you, Bleed!
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| All enemies be afraid of me
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| I leave a bomb on your block, and erase the string until you’ll Bleed!
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| I think I see em, mean muggin bout the get out with
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| Don’t forget even a little bit, you talked that shit
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| I come equipped with equipment to quit
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| You’re motherfucking dome of your neck right quick
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| Making all them haters bleed, fucking with the G
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| Can’t nobody see (see), killer in the AMB
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| Leave embedded in your memory
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| You ain’t even living like that, put it in the rap
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| Anybody listening it anyway yo, holding it in my mind
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| But I’m about to let it go, snap on a moterfucking ho
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| You don’t wanna cut like oh, wow, never enough blood to go around
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| Keep on testing me, if you know how
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| Knock you right in your ho ass mouth
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| Believe, me and my brother will be putting in work
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| Stepping to the family, and get your ass hurt
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| Among this earth, I’ll never let them tell me what I be worth
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| And you know that I’m murdering on a daily
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| Let me get you sleeping on AMB, murder you right now, like pow
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| Now you’re sleep with the deadly, come to my hood it’s the undergound
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| Fuck with me, so I’m like «really?», do you wanna meet up with a fucking mili?
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| Cyanide, suicide, that’s what they think
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| But later do they know that I pulled that drink?
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| Empty inside, broke that heart, till bitch give me what I need
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| I don’t even have to drop a G, y’all do it for free
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| Know what I mean, make a motherfucker…
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| Yo, let me get em one time, let me make em bleed
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| I’mma take till I got everything I need
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| Independent on my own two feet
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| So what I’m sayin is can’t too many walk with me
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| I’ll make you bleed from a first step, watch your pace
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| Cause on the road, that we’re on, don’t allow no hate
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| So if you really down to roll, with some outta control
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| Motherfuckers like us, come and take your place
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| Them Garcia Boyz, got my back
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| With a axe ready to murder, we’re down like that
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| Warrior, ho, watch us creep, wickedshit till we die
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| It’s what we’re puttin' on streets
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| We’re on the level, that we call good vibes
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| Cause the underground bleeds through all of our lives
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| Never once, will I have to think twice
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| To put this track on and sacrifice myself to just… |