Gonna smoke a bomb up to these thug pigs, lives. Cruising down the highways Going my way, With Two bee stings goin up, going to try me. Already gettin heavy, as I split & dive one goin steady, Got the 5 stars doppin on me plates, Helos on radios contemplating, my terrorist state. Now, looking peripherally, onto my scenery, Guess its time for me, to visit cemetary gates. As i ram my jet so steadily. I just love spitting out these metal pellets, for every one to listen and feel jealous Till Im Going crazy ,Shooting them up, Going hectic, in the deserts with my desert, Seeing the hazards, on my records, Alls while I be throwin, them up,. The Thug life mathematics. TLM and Confuse them for a second, Just to hit em, up. With a blam blam, And Then a thank you maam. & I Dont give a fuck about the fellow man, Unless you give a hand, Understand, Fam. Thank you, uncle Sam. Next plan. Yo cos its all cosi, a cunt stubble couldnt stop me. 4350. See? Now, 43 fuck da , five oh hit em up with the 4 5s Colt 1911, special to my kind, over from the reload, Going 4 3 5 0 times. Oh. And then, its over. Theres only enough time, Now to go, Into a slow mo, dead bodies silently, hittin the floor making that sound, that calls for the encore. As I disappear into the bleak mid-night, to shade through a fence and start on a new life. I just love spitting out these metal pellets, for every one to listen and feel jealous Whats a problem you reckon Im not guessin, They had to go, And now they are gone, theyre no more, Its over, until the next overture.[outro][Instrumental Interlude][fadeout][end]

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