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    (now one day)

    Yo, who stepped off rage
    Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever
    Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face
    He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it
    These cats have started something that they couldn't finish
    Now they flee the country
    Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we're living
    Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em
    The chron's shone, spit out the combine
    I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick
    We leave no form of evidence

    [Chorus]
    Bakin' slugs out the dark
    Wild shoot-outs through the park
    These jail houses overcrowdin'
    All my thugs remain calm
    Money turnin', trees is burnin'
    But one day, it'll be gone
    (now one day)
    I'm your suspect

    Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments
    Digits wit' small letters that name it
    Man created, but always to blame it
    I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy
    Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy
    You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell
    Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick
    Burn up the gear I dressed in
    Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses
    What would you ask God if you had one question?
    Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life
    Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials
    Little snitches turn into coffins and push six
    A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this
    >From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces
    Got me chasin' bloody papers
    Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres
    So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps
    To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips

    [Chorus]

    Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed
    Liquor bottles in cemetarys
    'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation
    Still have to make a move, cause just put off
    Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I'll pull off
    Black caddies and starlen windows that's bulletproof
    All you could see is fog off the door
    And richotched to the floor
    thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw's jaws
    All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it's all yours

    [Chorus]

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