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Muderer, Robber. Psychopathic, Skitzophranic.
MC Mack
Nigga, I can kill for my meal? Will I live? Will I die? God forgive me of my sin,
getting full of Seagram's gin. High as hell. Lookin' for a way to take me from this
pressure. Poverty and pain got a young nigga insane. On the streets of the city
looked up killaz and them thugs. Those never show no pity. Come up short, feel them
slugs of the tone in the back of your motha' fuckin' head. Either get wit the program
or your family is damned. Straight to death. 15 seen a nigga, meet his maker.
Shot him through his heart killed him, like tha Terminator. Take tha, deadly situations
that I'm living in. Animocity, no win. Assed out trying to get in. In the 'pen niggaz
sit and wait on other niggaz lies. Anger in my heart is struck, when I hit them bricks
you fucked. So whats up? Ross is in your face, it ain't no questions asked. You going drop
dead on your ass. When I squeeze that trigga blast.
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Muderer, Robber. Psychopathic, Skitzophranic.
ScanMan
They bring that same silly sucka that wants to get wit this, pimp shit. He who need
the ScanMan says he dumps a nigga in a ditch. Initiate me quick, I want to be down
with tha Prophet click. We bite tha mess. Can you hand tha proof on me? Your loyalness. So
he grabbed his gun and headed for the door, with a grin on his face. And I hooked it up a
criminal. Fiftied' all out, head to sole for the dark - a - ness. Thinkin' of what was said so
he sped up the process. For knowin' what would happen if a bullet hit his gut.
But tha kid's nazi in his heart, made him really didn't give a fuck. With tha deadly's always around him,
And thinkin' will God forgive him? So now he's part of confusion. And piece by piece
I'm losing it. I'm feeling it. Temptations like killaz like taking all over my soul. Kaze don't
ScanMan I'm thinking of murder. Of robbery. Of course. Now with force, of course told to
kick in the door. Have no remorse. And then you will become ahh.......
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Muderer, Robber. Psychopathic, Skitzophranic.
Project Pat
It's that nigga Project Pat. I'm a G as in gorilla. All my life I want to come clean. Why
you flossin all my dreams, stupid bitch? Which come get me first? Some bullets, or that jail
house? Since I ain't got shit to lose, robbing you is what I choose. Who shall be the
one to face the gun, like Russian Roulette? Hard times never did get better. Smart crime
no bloody sweater. Better watch yo' back. Slanging that crack. If your at the teller, make
a withdrawal for yo' done, better yet y'all give me it all. Take a fall off in these streets.
Make a lick back on my feet. Young niggaz lookin' up to thugs. Mighty, hungry.
Nigga, where them drugs? Where tha dope? Bitch gimme the cheese. Gun in hand, Mama
on knees. Heard ya' go "I'm about to sneeze." Come on down trick, off them keys.
Please and pity ain't in my
heart. Gangsta city. Man, don't you start, acting like you don't know the rules. Damn fool,
wearing paper shoes. In the real, gon' take a swim. You can end up one of them. On the TV or
front page. Decomposed been dead for days.
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Muderer, Robber. Psychopathic, Skitzophranic.