| I now pronounce you husband and wife
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| You may kiss the bride
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| Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
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| Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
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| Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
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| Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
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| God, why is my wife bleedin?
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| Sheet covers her face, paramedics are leavin
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| Her eyes are closed, it’s apparent she’s not breathin
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| I’m a little confused about what it is I’m seein
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| Plus, there’s a naked man on my lawn
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| Police in the livin room with all of they guns drawn
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| Out and the last thing I remember is
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| Uh, last thing I remember is
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| I received a text page from Julio
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| Who expressed that I left my cell phone in the studio
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| Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools
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| Next to a six pack of O’Douls and some soul food
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| Yeah, and I was on my way home
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| Exit the expressway to use the payphone
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| But fuck it, 'cause my wife isn’t back from her trip
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| I sneak into the house
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| And she’ll never expect it, except that
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| Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
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| Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
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| Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
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| Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
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| He put the gun in my hand
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| Told me go take my revenge
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| Killin him won’t make it go away
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| It’s only gon bring more pain
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| I tied his hands behind his back to the night stand, fast
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| Ropes made bruises on his light skinned ass
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| See, I can play games too
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| Yeah, that’s what I told him when he came to
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| Now look, see what the game and the fame do?
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| Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew
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| Fuck man, we grew up together
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| Run DMC, tougher than leather
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| With the same outfits, forty deuce
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| Takin' flicks like what, shit
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| Why did you fuck my wife, man?
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| You shouldve took my life, man
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| I switched the gun into my right hand
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| The sweat accumulated on his forehead, I saw red, he said
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| Now was it worth it, man?
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| Was it everythin you imagined? |
| Was it perfect?
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| He put the gun in my hand
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| Told me go take my revenge
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| Killin him won’t make it go away
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| It’s only gon' bring more pain
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| He put the gun in my hand and told
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| Told me to go take my revenge
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| Killin him won’t make it go away, no
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| It’s only gon' bring more pain
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| Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife
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| To have, to hold, to love and cherish but
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| Death did us apart, what a coincidence
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| Now, perhaps the police will be convinced
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| That it was an accident
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| If I’m accurate and careful with the evidence
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| This motherfucker trespassin up my residence
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| And to believe those vile set a precedence
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| From the start I should have been obvious, I never did
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| Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence
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| Was carried out with such masterful excellence
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| And this is the stick where you rip my heart
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| It was natural to transform murder into art
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| And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry
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| 365 days to the date that we was married
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| Thoughts of how would achieve the murder would vary
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| We’re closer than ever, together we’ll be buried 'cause
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| Evil eyes that bide, how they go
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| You lied to me, what did they see?
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| I just lost control, had to let you go
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| I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die
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| Buried alive in the grave, too exhausted to climb out
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| Before dirt was tossed on me, come to find out
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| Old friend of mine she sleepin with committed the crime
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| In the past three years, switched identities six times
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| And all the while I’m devoted to love and loyalty
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| They plotted on my publishin checks and royalties
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| She’s thinkin its true love, he’s scammin her for the quop
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| to devise my own intuitive plot
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| Put the pros on him, launched the probe on him
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| Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him
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| Cornered him, now his mission is aborted
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| You are about to be professionally extorted
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| Guess who you’re 'bout to murder tonight?
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| Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight
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| Do it and bounce, the keys to the crib, you’ll find under the mat
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| In the front of the house, just do it, word out
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| Evil eyes that bide, how they go
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| You lied to me, what did they see?
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| I just lost control, had to let you go
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| I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die |