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You tell 'em You tell 'em I'm comin' And hell's comin' with me Give me a gun, give me a drink Pour it on up and get out of the way You gon' light a stick of dynamite and I'm about to blow you away Pick yourself up, clean yourself off Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough Here's a shovel and a plot, it's a six foot deep kinda day You can dig your own damn grave I ain't tryna fight but I ain't duckin' either I got fuckin' ether, armed with Desert Eagle Lost what I love 'cause the world is so evil So I don't mind shootin' slugs at you fuckin' people Got a six shooter like I was back in Tombstone And I ain't gonna die tonight but you're gonna have a funeral Dressed in all black, flowers on the Cadillac Biggie said it best, death ain't no comin' back And Doc Holliday said you ain't no daisy All these rappers act tough but no one is crazy I know real trouble, outlaws like Struggle Stand up dudes kill you like fuck 'em Play with the hustle get cut like the shuffle Put you in the bag I ain't talkin' 'bout a duffle Letras de cancionesI'm not one to play with, I'll leave you open Standin' in the middle of the street barrel smokin' like Give me a gun, give me a drink Pour it on up and get out of the way You gon' light a stick of dynamite and I'm about to blow you away Pick yourself up, clean yourself off Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough Here's a shovel and a plot, it's a six foot deep kinda day You can dig your own damn grave Just wanna let you know that you're sittin' in my chair Last album was The Throne, this is War bitch I dare You just skinned that smoke wagon, see what happens if you do Blowin' smoke, actin' cool, 'til I smack you out your boots (Out your boots) Put you out your misery, say when Read your eulogy, close your casket, amen If you wanna do dirt better know how to dig it And I might die too but you're dyin' first, get it Carve your name on a stone, couple dates, RIP Tell the devil that I'm bringin' hell with me when I see him I got two guns on me and that's all I need You gon' do somethin' about it or just stand there and bleed Damn right you're scared, I can see it in your eyes Too slow on the draw that's the reason that you died So you better think again if you thought that you were safe 'Cause you're lookin' like somebody just walked over your grave Give me a gun, give me a drink Pour it on up and get out of the way You gon' light a stick of dynamite and I'm about to blow you away Pick yourself up, clean yourself off Better learn to take a punch if you're gonna talk tough Here's a shovel and a plot, it's a six foot deep kinda day You can dig your own damn grave From Letras Mania