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And if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my fuckin' brains out [Woodie:] Now if I wasn't drunk I'd probably blow my fucken brains out The A.P.D wanna ring my neck for the way I handle thangs now You think I give a fuck? My whole life I've been known to press my luck I'm walkin' up the block with a limp from the SK chop tucked in my nuts I hope this goes as planned, it's been about 2 weeks I've been plottin' About how far to park the getaway and how many fences I'll be hoppin' How many backyards got dogs? Fuck that, kill 'em with the steak and d-con Then do my dirty deed commence to hit that fence and be gone For the future blastin', gotta keep my ass up out the casket Or my click gonna be one less deep that's one less soldier in action And we can't afford that, too many riders already swallowed But we hangin' on with a left hand grip while our right hands buckin' hollowz Hollerin' Yoc life... Norte... fuck thirteen... catorce I earn a stripe for the norte side every scrap life I make forfeit Plus there's more shit I must tend to due to the backstabbin' I've been through Antioch's my place of venue for ex-homiez on my menu Chalk it up to the evil that men do when I ventilate your chest And you can't help but piss and shit all over yourself and meet your death Take your last breath. From Letras Mania