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 If you saw what I saw with my eyes closedYou’d have a tagged toe or a face full of bullet holes
 Maybe from your own gun maybe from another one
 Who knows (x3)
 
 I play a game where there's no rules
 You can't afford to lose (x2)
 Don’t make me hang up your tennis shoes
 You can't afford to lose (x2)
 
 It's the motherfuckin boogeyman
 Say seven ‘Hail Marys’ cuz I'm back again
 Divine intervention can't stop this from happenin
 When the knives and guns come out and “Oh I'm back at that again”
 
 Is the sound when I gunem down
 These motherfuckers wanna fight I givem 10 rounds
 3 shots couldn’t put me to sleep now my eyes stay peeled and I don't blink or wink
 And I'm lookin for my so called killers if they weren’t weak
 But the devil keeps sendin me boys instead of beasts
 Tell that motherfucker if he wants me to come and get me I'm in hell
 Americas most dangerous city
 
 Is it enough?
 Do you want more?
 Am I afraid of what I'll be without war?
 Is this life worth fighting for?
 Am I afraid of what I'll be without war?
 
 You wanna see where I come from you wanna go there?
 Want that monkey on your back and that God off in your crosshairs?
 You wanna go to bed hungry at night drinkin your own tears?
 You wanna physically fight for your life with boys who don't care?
 You wanna play a game where there's no rules?
 You want them fuckin body snatchers to come and hang up your shoes?
 My shoes are like caves I think “No man can wear them”
 You’d get lost inside them first
 Plus getting stabbed til death scares them
 And I'm lookin for my so called killers if they weren’t weak
 But the devil keeps sendin me boys instead of beasts
 Tell that motherfucker if he wants me to come and get me I'm in hell
 Americas most dangerous city
 
 If you saw what I saw with my eyes closed
 You’d have a tagged toe or a face full of bullet holes
 Maybe from your own gun maybe from another one
 Who knows (x3)
 
 [Verse: Trick Trick:]
 
 7.62 full metal jacket that's the only thing that I'm rackin
 When I let that motherfucker go its gonna let everybody know I ain't actin
 Ccuz whats Ccraccin?
 I really ain't trying to go back to the scrappin but fuck it
 If that's what they want then they got it
 I'm a bad motherfucker with the hands
 You don't want no trouble with your mans
 I know you got a couple of your mans
 That's when the war come out
 The one that make the cops come out
 I never seen em talk with a Glock in their mouth
 They hospice
 Shoulda sent a doc to your house
 Conrad Murray
 (Fuck you TRICK TRICK)
 My eyes blurry
 (GOON SQUAD)
 I don't take my meds for the shit I'm on so call your attorney
 My problem is you think I'm retarded
 Respect the boss or press charges
 It sucks for you to become the target
 If you bow down I might disregard it
 Bitch you started it
 Til dearly departed he’s no longer with us
 Won't give us no more of that shit you been given us
 Killin continuous
 REVENGE
 
 
		
		
	
 
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