Correction Lyrics Scottie Beam by Rick Ross

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p*ssed off you know
This is, like, exclusive
Yeah
Kane Train, b*t*h, Kane, yeah

Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Look, your execution will be televised
Don't cross me like Isiah, that sh*t be ill-advised (Woo)
Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified
Castratin' n***as in they feelings on IG (Uh)
Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah)
I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me
Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn
He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?
I swerved to duck the potholes, man, I had no option, sir
Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir
I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer"
We were bustin' at police before Queen &amp; Slim, that's on FN
Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind
Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them b*t*hes in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross n***as like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a f**k
Hook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks
Sick with the Act', me and Jack, pourin' three liters up
It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us
Caught up in the moment, most n***as foldin' or freezin' up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Made a sex tape with your b*t*h, that pu**y televised
Thug n***a with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams
f**kin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam
sh*t was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team
Ex won't take me back, without me, the b*t*h wouldn't have got a ring
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, n***a
Kane

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