| Pressure one Pressure two Playa dem tough
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| This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
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| Pressure one Pressure two Playa dem tough
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| This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
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| This is what dem sound like 4x
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| That bad man in his beater
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| Brought out his nine millimeter
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| He sat all up in his chuck
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| He be Pd off while he holds his heater
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| Such blood thirst, drippeth up off the lips of he who seeks them
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| Rum pum pum they shot down his brother and leave em
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| Some body gotta pay for this evil
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| To the grave he will kill them all he will
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| They don turned him to a killer when the gun pop he will dump everything that
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| he filled
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| Now Vengeance was the lords
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| But down in his heart it’s ice that he feels
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| God will have his vengeance even for the blood that even that he spilled
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| Guns Bang at the brukout
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| A chain of vain shootouts
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| And shutdown the shooter
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| Even the boy who had the look out
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| He’s Hot with no fevaaa
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| Only death for his could please ahhhem
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| Though they crossed em he still double crossed the son of God with treason
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| Pressure one Pressure two Playa dem tough
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| This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
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| Pressure one Pressure two Playa dem tough
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| This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
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| This is what dem sound like 4x
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| Now I could tell you what it sounds like, when the gun pops in the late night
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| When they shoot off
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| While theyer making it reindeer
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| They’ll knock your Rudolph
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| And them gs from 35 minutes away
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| Ain’t ride with the guns to cool off
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| The agenda was only to blow your freaking mind socks and shows off
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| The Violence gotta be stopped
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| Who the heck wants to just be the middle man
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| The little man
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| With The heart of a lion who’s life involves the bigger plan
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| Somebody would step to the plate
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| And With his courage, he speaks to make change
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| This the shot he made, but somebody else made theirs but close range
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| Now this is what it sound like
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| They call it violence, ain’t no place safe, ain’t no place to play
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| The rounds came, chopping up at your frame
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| «five o» never came
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| Same bidness where I came from
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| Chi town different day
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| Lay low buddy better hope they don’t know where yo pop and mama stay
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| Will this end, this is becoming a trend, again and again
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| Move from maywood but they shoot like its Iraq, Pakistan
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| But You can pack or stand
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| Here but know that death he has no friend
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| Though this time will end, I hope you end where I will end my friend
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| Until Its One O’Clock, Two O’Clock, Three O’Cloak G’s
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| Four O’Clock, Five O’Clock, Six O’Cloak G’s
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| Seven O’Clock, Eight O’Clock, Nine O’Cloak G’s
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| Ten O’Clock, Eleven O’Clock, Twelve O’Cloak G’s
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| Ehh
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| Now This is what it sounds like (Bang Bang)
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| Now this is what it sounds like ()
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| Now This is what it sounds like (Bang Bang)
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| Pressure one Pressure two Playa dem tough
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| This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
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| Pressure one Pressure two
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| This is what it sounds like when a bad man bust
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| This is what dem sound like 4x |