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Quick And The Dead Not Giving In

lot And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in I?m not giving in [Chorus] Yeah! But I?m not giving

a lot And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in I?m not giving in [Chorus] Yeah! But I?m not giving

a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and

fly I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you

Dressed in black, I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four

His face was swoll and puffy bout the color of a prune 6riccsquad movement and no your not apart of it Me waka and woo juice and frenchie mane started

run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick

kickin' Ladies and babies scream onto the floor Shut up and listen, it's a jack move, fools Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese And answer

the spine Get him for the money Nigga tried to play me and dash And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass They telly and me never want to