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(lynch):
the only one who ever saw my face, i must erase, had to get filthy dirty
left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
i´m out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
in and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous
stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
and i do it to get my dick wet
brain grain rotten, i was a 12 year old gettin´ raped by my momma´s partner
so i´ve been in pussy since i could start nuttin´
i´m off that cloraseptic and that robatussin
had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but i knew he wasn´t
had me dumpin´ out the back of cadillac´s on walter
got a stinky smell to him, can´t even hug my momma
i´m so sick i can´t sleep at night, might swallow my tongue
get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run
get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin´
in a funky situation that´s how we do it

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situation, baby it seems i´m in a situation again
i fuckin´ realize it´s a situation of sin
sometimes i just wanna stop tryin´
why must this shit always involve dying?

(e-40):
runnin´ shit like sosza, big bank hank
smebbin´ in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin´ crank
callin´ shots on my gossipper, faulty chip
1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip
neighborhood watch better watch that ass
i´m a paperboy and i collects that cash
one more muthafuckin´ complaint and your ass ain´t gon´ last
on a block where i clock cash so fast
this is a stick up, nigga, don´t even try it
if you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon´ die
pressure i apply, no lie, i got just finished doin´ 10
for what? for killin´ my best friend
and i´ll murder again if i´m forced, then i must
after the first time the second time was a rush
what about the third time? the third time felt like sex
what kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
whatever one works best
i´ll make a mess upon shooting flesh, ´bout 15 holes in his chest
vandalism, taggin´ all muthafuckas names on the wall
scandalism, dyin´ over all kinds of senseless shit that´s small
auto theft, stealin´ cars for fun
snatchin´ purses cuz i´m young and dumb
if you a tourist check yo´ map, don´t make the wrong turn
might end up in the hood where you gon´ be learnin´

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(first degree):
rock it, don´t stop it, rock it, don´t stop
i got this dirty yemp distributin´ my womp
but if it was up to her, fool we´d be fuckin´ like beavers
but i´m an over achiever around these heaters
i don´t need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch
now she lookin´ for a nigga like me to feed her and shit
dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick
take notes, sit by the poor folks, i tell you ´bout my strokes
but i done been gave that up, ain´t healthy no more
cuz a this yappin´ and feelin´, she strapped with the homies
and her weak mind got all of sacramento in a bind
lizzy ann must die, the situation just ain´t right
cuz she got to bumpin´ her gums like her momma, so i called her
i said i got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter

(twamp dog):
peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
talkin´ bout takin´ me down to the sac town county jail,
strapped up cuz i did a jack
armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me
knowin´ i´m into straps, cuz every time i get caught one was sittin´ with me
2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick
shackled down, now i´m on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness
think about the work that i did that night and what went wrong,
to get a rider caught
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin´ on the street, fuckin´ watched
every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin´ i can win, that´s no lie
kept on goin´ on for some months, lookin´ the judge right in the eyes
feelin´ his anger,
watched fools before me do petty crimes and he´s givin´ ´em time
bein´ a bitch about muggin´ on me, nigga talkin´ shit to me, heated like
pointing guns at individuals, huh, i despise muthafuckas like you
so it ain´t no love for me judgin´ you, watcha gon´ do?
take it to another court room?
and that´s the first step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.
you know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see
if i did take a deal, it´s only one year guaranteed
but i´m bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks
tryin´ to give 10 years, if i go to trial and lose the muthafucka
then i messed around and had to go back to the first judge,
sayin´ don´t work for ya
i wasn´t gettin´ off that easy, my case had a little substance
and the odds are stacked against me, no frontin´
choices need to be made on the 7th
a catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way i´m fucked
go to trial where i´ll probably lose, or take my ass on the run
or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one i´m gettin´ struck
cuz doin´ time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck

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