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Lavalanche
Although I'm still recovering from the aftershock I've picked the locks on these chains and escaped I can't be stopped I'm on a rampage get out the way or get clocked I'm riding deep on these ho's in thousands of flocks hitting up all the blocks we just shoot 'em we don't knock instantly installing fear in these niggas when we put them right upon the spot with the glocks while blasting music through the speakers in our drop tops we be getting that paper whether it be now or later like the candy we're sweet and sour tell us what's your favorite flavor we don't stop even if we get pulled over by some corrupt cops who gives a damn we just pop 'em in the mouth with our fists making their heads fly south who gives a fuck if their pissed they shouldn't dish out what they can't take and you know what they say you have to lay in the bed that you make shit fuck it we'll just kill 'em nigga make no mistake then we'll scrape up the remains of their bodies with a couple of rakes fucking snakes[/font][/font]
Published 12th Feb 2010
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