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The harsh realities of life have taken everything we got even crona has everything lock up Even Satan forsake my soul Whatever it costs tell me make it whole Take control I'm makin bacon but not enough to blow it they all love my flow but meh I don't trust a soul Thats all I know or need to these evil streets and the concrete jungle fuk ya up 6 ways from Sunday then eat you alive tryin to survive and stay legit But iIl leave you lost mount you on a upside down cross dont 4get it im the boss Whip you like a horse watch how you sacrifice your life to a higher force Then I'll curb stomp your corpse till your dust in the end It's the coast of course recognize the accent? Haha One of the last livin still-in-action general from the 321 ash street of New west BC! Catchin any CRACKER or joker blasa any Flocka fukers Passin any tests ima like Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker lucifer is hungry no rocka by baby Sow what you reap or wake up Shakin up a storm like ....... I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's wrath then I lock the gate and throw away the key keep talking shit watch and see Make no mistake this shit as real as it gets We follow our code When we come for you tell me where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams!
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The harsh realities of life have taken everything we got even crona has everything lock up Even Satan forsake my soul Whatever it costs tell me make it whole Take control I'm makin bacon but not enough to blow it they all love my flow but meh I don't trust a soul Thats all I know or need to these evil streets and the concrete jungle fuk ya up 6 ways from Sunday then eat you alive tryin to survive and stay legit But iIl leave you lost mount you on a upside down cross dont 4get it im the boss Whip you like a horse watch how you sacrifice your life to a higher force Then I'll curb stomp your corpse till your dust in the end It's the coast of course recognize the accent? Haha One of the last livin still-in-action general from the 321 ash street of New west BC! Catchin any CRACKER or joker blasa any Flocka fukers Passin any tests ima like Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker lucifer is hungry no rocka by baby Sow what you reap or wake up Shakin up a storm like ....... I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's wrath then I lock the gate and throw away the key keep talking shit watch and see Make no mistake this shit as real as it gets We follow our code When we come for you tell me where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams!
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