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transplants - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 lyrics

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1,2,3,4,5,6,7
no one here’s gonna get to go to heaven
no one here’s gonna get to go to heaven
no one here’s gonna get to go to heaven

the first one to speak, be the first one to leave
get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed sheets
six deep, full heap, best be quick on the draw
you’s a snitch, you’s a b-tch, you get left where you are
i roll with k!lla’s who got strikes, dealers who catch cases
skinheads and mohicans, tattoos on their faces
bring it ’til you’re dead, b-ss it, get to bumping your gun
all these cowards talk sh-t, all these cowards gonna run
i’m not one, not my cards, not the hand i was dealt
it all goes down, you only go for yourself
not me, i can’t call it, i’d die for the team
smoking sacks in the shack, getting high with the team
let it fly with the beam, infra-red on your head
every last m-th-f-cka wanna leave me for dead
can’t be happy that i’m living, you pray that i fall
but i’m a dead man walking, i ain’t living at all!

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all the time that you hate, it’s time that you waste
wake up soaking wet with a 9 to your face
in any case, hit the brakes, you’re doing too much
my heart’s blacker than the clip in the grip that i clutch
who wants what? it goes down, right here in your town
i swear to god i’m not laughing, with a permanent frown
don’t make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your d-ck in the dirt
shotgun, with the shotgun aimed at your heart
it gets worse, i been cursed, smash your life like a verse
we blast, ski mask, when we touching the turf
n0body came to talk, ain’t n0body playing games
kicking everybody’s -ss, crossed out everybody’s name
f-cken lame that’s how it goes, f-ck wax and f-ck shows
f-ck the track, f-ck the mic’, f-ck hoes and f-ck foes!
do yourself a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself
i’m selling drugs to my label and my neighbors for wealth, without help

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not taking sh-t from anybody, leaving spouses in tears
you’ll get mangled if we tangle, i’ll be pounding the beer
3 cheers, who got next? let’s go, you get stomped
anytime, any place, any weapon that you want
hold your tongue son, you slip, you get f-cked
at your show in the parking lot fighting, won’t take long
leave your whole gash flapping, know why it has happened
i love to watch you fall like freeman loves watching patton
what the f-ck? i rather die then live to please you
keeping company with thugs and drugs and heat too
speed bump, head slice, we ain’t traveling light
as i hit the dipstick, bring a tear to my eye
i stay high, do or die, finding peace with myself
you live a lie, run and hide, die with everyone else
f-ck the world, k!ll ’em all, and this you can trust
cause m-th-f-ckas hit the dirt when m-th-f-ckas hit the dust

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