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Is the target locked?
Is my gun cocced?
Is the sauce hot?
Then its the wrong spot,
hot like sunspots on the plot when I shot,
I got a lot of pot and all you got is time to rot,
even if the nigga hung from the trees like leaves,
hoes would still blow the nigga like a breeze with ease,
Spaghetti ready with a mental disorder,
cuz I'm ready to take your life for the price of a quarter,
bitches brewing my ruins for a new satan's stew,
and cutes get cut mute if they step astute to the brute,
step with loot or get curbstomped with me boot,
then I shoot like a nigga with a gun up in roots,
like nigga don't trip it's all the same to me,
shoot like I'm seeing double it should be plain to see,
I know some niggas,
who owe some niggas,
who roll up shoot bitches while they're blowin niggas,
go figure, I know them niggas ain't in the picture,
unless its on the curb where you be pourin out some liquor,
eyes all red,
teeth all yellow,
lookin at yo ho like give me some jello,
square like a coin still rolling like a joint,
step into the shadows when i see the police point,
I indoctrinate yo spot like a rock you wanna cop,
I can't get popped I take punks back to the pawn shop,
like I'm eating desert for breakfast check this shit I call my necklace,
inspectors get cleaned with my heat like peppers in antiseptics.

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from Spawn (Replastered Edition), released May 18, 2011

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