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This is the night we burning you aliveRight here and no one 'll hear, your crys of fearThis is the night where ensuring your demise in my headAnd I will be here to watch you die in fearAnd I don't careYou either a mark or a killer, me I'm as sharp as a splinterAs cold and harsh as the winters in the heart of DecemberMy lyrics ain't hard to remember but harder to figureI leave your carcass disfigured, dismembered then carve out your liverAnd vital organs, rigor mortis, your corpse isNiggas hard to record thisI'm thought-provoking with the logic of VulcansI'm not into sulking but soaking the bitchMC with the sharks in the moatAnd see if his princess carcass can floatHearts will get broke, haunted by ghostsThe same old G in this game homieStill bringing the pain like Sugar Shane MosleyAnd you will light a candle an say a prayerAnd cry in fear but you still die and I won't careLetras de cancionesAin't nobody dope as meUnless you find him in the I'll AOTPSo let theShake makes a lot so he's letting his beard growHis father gave his lessons over eighty-four years oldYou can't out-slick a fox with his own tricksThe barrel got spit same time that the chrome kicksYour block's hurting, niggas hoping to score soonFighting a case on Facebook and the courtroomCan't provide a dozen so we gonna need more roomFaggots still bugging so they wanna need more tombsFind More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.comThe more you sweat in peace time the less you bleed in warI'm strapped with the four-pound cocked at the demon's doorI ain't trying to talk it out, it ain't peace at allI just pull them four-fours out when the Reaper callOsama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strongI'm hitting harder and smarter than a Sri Lankan bombI'm still using the weaponry that I copped at NamI'm still using telepathy from the father's palmIt's wild hard to explain what I do to ratsThe hollow tips will have y'all dancing like Scoob and ScrapFuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clapNow you rock an eyepatch like Ricky the Ruler's backIt's hot in the winter, cold in the summer, nigga the slumberOverpower the thunder clap, y'all niggas going underI cover the fort, hold down the team for sportWe need dope so Nixon get the fuck out of courtYo block, we need the block sewed up and lockedTell Maserati to shut down, the city is hotPaz got the Glock, Planetary don't stopAnd it's nothin', a malfunction, in a dungeon you'll rotI'm something to watch, sort of like American IdolI'm sheisty, that's why I never swear on the BibleI came to heal the sick and raise the deadCast out all the demons and introduced the plague From Letras Mania