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This is how its goin' down, mechanic MO-Town So sleazy, it aint easy, being cheesy Use to be my boo-boo, now ya just dodo Milky brown like a yoo-hoo Once upon a time did a crime in America With the seventeen shot glock Austria Plus crush burn a hole in my knee fashion Blaze it, peddle to the metal mash it Now seven in my elli helly Picked up another bitch straight to the tele Bitch did me right soft like a pele Plus hush crush sticky green of the smelly Straight bombin' on niggas like an Israeli Rarely playin' this game while I fairly Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream In my night here my boat row down the bloody stream Infer-red beams follow me wherever I go At night close my eyes twenty bodies to grow Triple snakes got me wishin' I was home This is the East Side hellhole, thats where I represent Bloody money got my life on funny shit startin' Niggas go crazy like Martin Im out my mind in this bitch on the day For the dog lookin' at me, foamin' at the mouth with rabies I got a message for the thugs Gettin' pug, get your grave dug Get your bloody body drug All title this suicidal is With the chrome and my fist, I dont miss Its the E to the S to the H-A-M And I heard you tellin' somebody you was hatin' him But the simple fact is you cant relate to them Niggas cash come quicker than an A T M Way too grim Bitch get smacked with the tech 9 When I holla out real life plus respect mine Crime is life and life is crime But what will life be without a real life rhyme Niggas ahead of time and space Cant be erased or replaced With more shit that face Dead body after dead body, case after case Still keep the tulle tucked down in my waist For the radio disc jock I might pop Seventeen weeks till ya might fall off the chart 'Cause I truly gots no hearts King of hearts, king of hearts