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Trap Them All Hands On The Medic

and handed them to the frozen faces in the dark alleys on these midwinter nights lifted all your padlocked journals and plastered all the hidden antidotes on

them Especially when I beat them When they see a bunch of killers and hustlers on the side of me I'm an anomaly to them, put them on crutches We'll sock

aroma Put you in a Trans And slip into an irreversible coma Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas it's over Closing in on all y'all niggas While we're moving

already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail So I eat away depression and crush the scale You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum Emaciated on

, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood [Ludacris:] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin

, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood [Ludacris:] Everybody on the corner with the work slangin