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(Ill Bill)Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did he?d still be aliveAl Pacino fucked up twiceI?m a vet but Benny Blonco ain?t taking my lifeI might end up on the beach with my seed in my wifeOne last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundleI caught bodies out here, homie, y?all can?t fumbleMost of my felonies are legendaryThat?s why I put most of my enemies in cemeteriesI seen visions from beyond the grave burning in HellScreaming in pain to God begging to be savedThis is purgatory, another first degree murder storyThey took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on meThat?s when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked outEyes bugging out my head tapped outSchized the fuck out, loced out, coked outShinied up, left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out(Everlast)Fuck a motherless child from a penniless homeI?m an heartless lion with an iron-jaw boneI?m no Al Capone or CoreloneBut I?ve been known to put a hit out on the microphoneFuck your time zone, fuck your area codeI?ll detonate my payload and watch it explodeIt?s a gangster boogie, it?s a soldier?s hustleLetras de cancionesLittle bang take big bank if it got muscleDrugs, money, sex, revolution is nextThis ain?t strong-armed robbery, we got a small armoryFuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the copsDeep undercover like we running black opsBattle cry singing, you?re on my dick swingingAin?t nobody fucking with this drama I?m bringingSome men are king and some men are peasantsSo come kiss the ring, bow down to the king(Sick Jacken)I?m from the double S till I dropI rep the bubble vest with a GlockMy trouble stem from all the death on my blockThe meth and the rock got zombie armies set to popJail cells are funeral plots, they?re stressed in a boxSick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing spreesMy hood?s the Gaza Strip, this raw shit?s a part of meA cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantlyThinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter meA killer?s lottery is roulette, not on himselfThat?s when Russians test the Mexicans and see who?s nextHit the block and you?ll catch two TechsNevermind where you?re from, we?re reacting cause we preview deathDrive-by murder hit with a live burnerYou try to shake a barrel to buck, it?s not heard ofYou are not everlasting, get slain by Ill BillOne lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill(B-Real)There?s so many ways to hustle man, I got em all lockedIf you think about touching mine, the hammer?s on cockedGot my mind on my money and my money on my mindWe never stop the hustle, get the paper and flyThat?s life in the city, shit is gritty, no it ain?t prettyBut we on the grind, homie if you ain?t rolling with meWhen you against you just an enemy that might be a cancerSo then we?re searching to remove your ass, ain?t taking no chancesIn the darkest places ones with the unknown facesCause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hatingYou better take a look and recognise the monster createdI think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatredWhat you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat?What you know about the poverty? Ever live on the street?When there ain?t no opportunity trying to make ends meetThen you become what they fear but they fear the elite(Slaine)Yeah, I?m a DMS soldier, EMS hold youNow you?re knocked the fuck out, you need a rest I told youHomie you don?t walk with a lean on my shoulderScheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulderBlue-eyed devil spilling semen on your cultureWho am I to revel? What I?m being is a vultureOn both coasts with the toast to roast youMy soul?s so close to approaching hopelessFlows so dope I do coke to focusThe angel with the dust so the smoke is smokingYou loathe how I roll, it was so ferociousI know this, I always had a prose composureLet the curtains close cause your shows is overThey?ll be no more of you posers posingIt?s raw uncut with a weapon to shootI?m the truth for the youth when I step in the booth, what! From Letras Mania