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[Chorus]

Hit Em In the Chest, Take what is left, Give them a beat, Never find a Retreat, move upon the streets, silence is bliss in no defeat.

[verse 1]

Kill or be Killed in Game of Regrets to fame, triple x once and juice had moves but died to a ruthless test of what is known as life last fucking breath. Never to see again the minds of lyrical geniuses don't reframe. now that they are gone just a lyric to remember in words of the unknown.

[Chorus]

Hit Em In the Chest, Take what is left, Give them a beat, Never find a departure, move upon the streets, silence is bliss in no defeat.

[Verse 2]

In the minds of good friends, Enemies collide. biggie and Tupac had a ride to doe never to be remembered in a fallen trial. now that they are gone a throne to be filled without a will to believe in thrills. Shot in the chest like a fucked regret of two friends that never met. Buried alive there songs will live in the mind of all rap gangsters Devine.

[Chorus]

Hit Em In the Chest, Take what is left, Give them a beat, Never find a Retreat, move upon the streets, silence is bliss in no defeat.

[verse3]

the story is told of lost souls that never realize a talent of relentless truths, they are gone, they are gone, remembered through music and songs. Fame is real, fame to feel, the truth will be revealed like a trigger pulled to the feel. When all is said and done, the dust settles into the sun. Keep rap the fuck alive, drop a tear for men with no fear.

[Chorus]

Hit Em In the Chest, Take what is left, Give them a beat, Never find a Retreat, move upon the streets, silence is bliss in no defeat.

By Leor Tsadok

03-22-26 (C)