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Left For Dead Six O Clock

for the latter Justified the germs burn cauterize the gashes after On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch On my right, one finger for each

the lion ate Pierre [Chapter IV] Arriving home at six o'clock His parents had a dreadful shock! They found the lion sick in bed and cried -Pierre is surely dead

3: Six Two] Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no, Solid black rag, wrapped around a .44, Had a money situation with a fool next door, Disfigured his face and left him dead

the track) like we flowin through jumper cables (What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while coppin off Coolio (Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead

gauge pumps and shit So nigga don`t bother running for your trunk and shit 1-2-3-4 shots from the infra-red left 1-2-3-4 motherfuckers dead And no witnesses

winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin

hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she

One] I caught the bullet, I was stumblin like a mulet Drink white Russian; game, Russian roulette Flight Continental six o'clock in the mornin Briefcase full o

I hang with b.a.z rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome You got your gun on you I hate it if you done left it at home Cause six is blasting nice and