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City life, a dirty rat
Dead before you heard the gat
Wake up, find a purse to snatch and trash 'em like a thirty rack
Burner, burner, burner, burner, burner in my waist
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder is the case
City life, a dirty rat
Dead before you heard the gat
Wake up, find a purse to snatch and trash 'em like a thirty rack
Burner, burner, burner, burner, burner in my waist
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder is the case
Legacy of Kain, Imma take his soul like Raziel
Dark Magician shadow casting, watch me while I cast a spell
My bitch always bad as hell
I am always sad as hell
These pussies want the smoke, well, fuck it, they can have the L
Pockets always full of lead
Duffel bag that's full of guns
Head shot when I pull it once
Leave him in a pool of blood
Wait until the fire rains down from the sky
Biblical proportion. Four horseman when we ride
Blow my fucking brain out I've been contemplating giving up
I gave my soul to Him, this my sheba dipped in blood
Run up like a S.W.A.T. team
I keep the block clean
Street sweep 'em. fuck their bitches 'til my cock bleeds
Kill
City life, a dirty rat
Dead before you heard the gat
Wake up, find a purse to snatch and trash 'em like a thirty rack
Burner, burner, burner, burner, burner in my waist
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder is the case
City life, a dirty rat
Dead before you heard the gat
Wake up, find a purse to snatch and trash 'em like a thirty rack
Burner, burner, burner, burner, burner in my waist
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder is the case



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Writer(s): Grant Bassett
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