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Hitman 47
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Y2
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First of the month up early Bone and my chucks ain't dirty Wrong holy ghost don't go stomp in the war zone lurking When them n***as asking questions bout to catch ya nonsense At cha throat like it's over then hop up in that Bronco On ya head so be careful you tell you head honcho Habanero on steroids you know them bullets hot hoe Don't be silly that really don't mean ya man Macho Savages bad as half of these n***as wearing dark clothes Heart cold vato got those stop playing ah mane So sane cocaine K-9's get down ah mane The devils dance wit us, ate cha face a tarantula Etoufee wita candle and camera, cash can't imagine us Ancestors voices in my head like don't embarrass us A product probably the hardest just not aware of it That n***a feelin' himself he gon' feel the air in it You think you leaving wit Jesus that's not a guarantee Who shot cha? S'good question Good question Hardly ever pray Something still bless him Steel on my side while I'm whippin' that wheel, Yea Tool on my n***as that do know the drill, Yea No love for snitches dat dem no foreal, Yea Shots off you pop off it's kill or be killed, Yea
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