| Back Up
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| Ready for War? |
| We can Do it Then
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| Strap Up
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| Settle The Score, we can shoot it then
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| Match Up
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| Mano a mano, or wit a group of men
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| Better not bring your boys 'cause cuz you’ll loosen the
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| (BOOM)
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| Jab and block like boxin' yo
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| (BOOM)
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| Grab the Glocks, and lock and load, if you
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| (BOOM)
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| Blast some shots and pop 'em mo'
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| Either way it go, someone’s got to go
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| The tension 'tween us, to strong
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| Tired of taking crews on for too long
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| Times been wasting
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| Who’s right and who’s wrong?
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| Don’t matter tonight
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| Who lives and who’s gone
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| Your caucus seek an assassination
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| I see you imagination is weak and exaggerated
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| Peep the swag' of David
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| I speak on behalf of greatness
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| Your lip service is makin' me a bit nervous
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| Next time we’ll communicate to the face
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| Casket conversations, death accommodations
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| We’re taking your state and all surrounding nations
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| (Women and children lay low, get down in the basement)
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| When the troopers blast, get to movin' fast
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| Everything’s dying that’s standing in the shooter path
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| Dot on your head is bigger than a Jewish hat
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| Wave the white flag or get your life snagged
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| Tired of peace talkin'
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| Hire a fleet and a chief, they’ll die in a week
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| I’ll supply 'em with free coffins
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| Silence the beef, fire and heat sparkin'
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| Your riders is weak, slightly retarded
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| You’re in the danger zone, keep ya' bangers on
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| One shot from the fifth, I’ll leave your fingers gone
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| I’m in my Kevlar suit, with my gators on
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| In the middle of the battle field with my tank and all
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| Your starter jackets, target practice
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| Wherever you are, we sparkin' at it
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| My veteran troops know they' better than you
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| Shoot it up-side-down, then they spark it backwards
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| Poppin' the seams on your Nautica jeans
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| I know it’s kinda extreme, ya-da-da-mean?
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| But when they cockin the nozzel, and follow the beam
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| And them spies run in when they follow the scream, they say…
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| Bridge
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| Yeah… uh… here we go
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| It ain’t goin down like that (No)
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| Put 'em in the ground when that pound spray back. |
| (uh)
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| We ain’t goin down like that (No)
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| Put 'em in the gound, now them clowns lay flat |