To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control
I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll
Our history that they stole, africa
I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya
God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd
I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,
I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//
Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time
I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting
To make karma come faster than she normally will
And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,
Yeah, that there is a fight in itself
16 and i wanted to kill myself,
I shoot quicker than an automatic gun i'm hard and static
But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick
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