| D.O.D. |
| alive, and niggas wonder why
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| Niggas wanna try, these niggas gettin' fried
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| Eye for an eye, yo we rhyme til we die for this shit
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| Eye for an eye, rap til we die!
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| Fuck yeah, we own this shit
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| The extrases and bonuses
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| Niggas just can’t get ahold on this
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| Well kiss my cojones bitch
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| Yeah, fuck being broke and shit
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| Hella cake, I want hella cake
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| Heavy weight but I levitate
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| And takin' niggas straight to the heavens gates
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| I never wait, I don’t hesitate
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| K-Pax and set of blings, I’m Kevin Spacey
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| And I’ve said it straight, like this
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| Yo, we’re takin' a piss, piss at your dog and your kids
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| Piss at your bitch and your biz
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| Piss at all the shit that exists
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| Yes, like that, and I like that
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| Yeah, you don’t fight back
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| Bust back and your life’s snatched
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| Put it right back on the right tracks
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| Y’all niggas hit, it’s loosin' us
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| We need dopeness, shoot it up
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| We dem roaches, ruthless
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| But… Y’all already knew what’s up
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| Tell me, who can touch this?
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| Who can bring that fucking ruckus?
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| Who can look the Reaper in the eyes
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| And tell me not to fuck shit… Up
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| This is no beginners luck
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| Niggas gettin' stuck when I conduct like Loaded Lux
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| We ride or die, I wonder why they think I’m kiddin'
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| I don’t lie, this shit was written, so I’m nice
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| That’s everytime I grab a mic, uh
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| My spike shine I could puncture, poke your pine
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| Rapping monster, sick your spine do this for commend
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| I drew the borderline again, hella bad the Devil laughs
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| Passing me a Heineken, shadow cast my mellow half
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| Ain’t no wining and dining, ain’t no 9 to 5in'
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| Yellow tabs, hella ass, hiphop got me grindin'
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| Spit that rapid fire flow
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| Then ride till the motherfucking tires blow
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| Life full of drama I gotta strike the globe
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| Slice through your aura with the fatal blow
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| Credits grow, minutes end, head expolde — Finish Him!
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| A heavy dose of D.O.D. |
| will relapse, rehab plenty comb
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| What goes around, comes around
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| You don’t need to give me props
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| I’m known around the globe around
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| This ain’t no beginners luck
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| The firefighter fightin' the fire with fire
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| Desire of a tiger, eye for an eye assiah
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| It’s the Rotten, Dope D.O.D. |
| for life
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| Rotten 24/7, the ambient, let’s get it
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| It’s eye for an eye til the day we die
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| So much dope it’s hard to come by
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| Rise the price see the golden sunshine
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| Fuck the bars man, they can flatline
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| and we’re out to get it
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| Run with the homies, stay athletic
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| Your style’s plastic, synthetic
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| Your card declined, no credit, pathetic
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| Up to the sky in the way we go
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| Connect the system and overflow
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| Used to be Dope kid, way too grown
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| Still we get stupid on the microphone
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| Well known, we stay persistent
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| Well gifted, end your existence
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| Ain’t no resistance, missed it
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| Gone in the distance, Rotten did it
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| You ain’t ready for apocalypse
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| Wrote it down but lost the script
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| The doomsday prepper who jumped the ship
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| No I live my life like this
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| We ride to die like terrorist
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| And lurk around your premises
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| Send some clear messages
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| That you can’t never mess with us |