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So its hard to get rid of me Say im a marked man but they ain't marking me physically I'm a pace setter so im starting it instantly A-a-artillery A-a-artillery A-a-artillery So its hard to get rid of me Millitant man with a brilliant plan I might plead it innocent hang On thats a hooligan scam, but the only william can Pull it off I can pull off a trillion fam No fluke no incident dont you ever think the only killer is kam Im sicker with a stick than sam When hes chasing everybody letting of a shotgun There goes another hot when its curry (woah) You better hurry (home) dum dum setting dummies (mould) Unlucky (homes) im old school like a runny (nose) Strap on the stage when I spit but I dont need that 2 duppy (shows) And im no bodys hubby (so) if you see me with a slutty (ho) Give us a quick one like can we (go) Back to the war so many enemies on my case that I can't relax anymore Theyre all talking no bodys telling me to my face maybe cos im carrying a sword Deadman walking the cemetry awaits Im enganged to my gun so im marrying a whore Non stop letting off when I draw black bags outside like a charity store But there ain't no clothes in them Just bodies with holes in them One, two, three loads of them Four, five, six casket closed for them 789 let me reload again im stone cold My face ain't got no emotion and my foes know when I comes to the beef im sub-zero 'Cause there on a frozen ting Hands in the air when my mandem appear Sometimes I wake up like damn my career, im a scorcher its a ransom affair There ain't a man that I fear, cos I can make a man disappear for a grand be aware Theres man that would do that gladly, keep going on like you dont actually care And I swear theyll have your whole family scared Youll see the insanity clear Picture that like a gallery queer Forsee the future. or see the shooter. surely remove the brain out the back of your head for feeling super Like nothin can't dent clark kent well ill be the type to attempt Im lex luther, ill step to ya, world domination Get used to the fact that im back and im'a let loose an atomic bomb the size of st lucia Wait thats an exaggeration But when it comes to my gun its mastabation Its buzzing and if you dont know ill fill a nigga in like an application This ain't american X but its teeth on the curb thatll snap the pavement Im going on like I can't wait to die Yeah well, I never had any patience Man will be waiting outside in the car, niggers outside in the yard I got man parrallel, diagonal and adjacent And I got tricks up my sleeve like fuckin paul daniels I dont give a shit how many niggas your with prick there all candles Ill light them up like a lighter does your defence ain't saying one (Nah) call campbell, and rio ferdidand But dont think that G won't murder man Im like fam this ain't an act its all actual shit that ive done Shit that ive did Shit that im gonna do Shit that I think Some man are putting it on its not at all natural Stop all the bad boy poses, none of you are bad boys bad boys know this Your looking for a scar on your face and basing the voices But we know your still moist bitch Beef I advoid it, its pointless, but ive been poisoned Man the mount ive been living in, man are on the killing ting Like we live where the oil is , My bloods boiling, man wanna wet me up But I've already been anointed, and so my only choice is Take this shit like a toilet Or go hard like a coin is So now im in deep like oysters Im looking at certain man (what) And I can see what the 'roids did, but im not gonna take that route Skinny nigger with an 8-pack how? (how?) Head to knees then lay back down, 150 times a day Its hard to maintain that wow Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym Dun book a donut straight in the chin Dun fucks, roll up, waving a ting One buzz, hold up, blaze and a win Never hit anyone or anything Never hit anything or anyone Ok check 1, 2 gun to the head (bang), packbacks a bitch (bang), I ain't one to forget (bang) So ill spray it and split, when forensics got the scene and saw the bruise they say it must be a tech Yeah, must be a tech Names G-H and im fucked in the head
Writer(s): Justin Jude Clarke Samuel, Thomas Patrick Broderick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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