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Ain't Optin'
02:40
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Don’t get mixed up, you know you don’t show caution
You ran with the wrong crew, then you ran out of options
I’m not playing any games, don’t know how long you thought things were gonna be this way
Couldn’t keep your mouth shut, now it’s costin
You played your hand but I ain’t optin
For you I wont set a time and a place
You don’t fit in, get the fuck out my face
There’s no telling how much time that I’ve lost
When you went behind my back and threw me under the fucking bus
Couldn’t keep your mouth shut and now it’s costing you
You’re playing your hand, I ain’t even opting in
Think you’ve got it figured out but you don’t have a clue what’s going on
If I opted into your bullshit, I wouldn’t have lived this long
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Nothing but Hate
02:39
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I knew I’d find out either way
Your intentions had no end
Don’t have ten more years to waste
No use trying to make amends
Why would I fuckin pretend?
Don’t care you don’t like me it’s true
There’s nothing left to say to you
True brotherhood refused
Can’t shake this fuckin feeling
Nothing but hate
Nothing but hate for you
Dont wanna hear what you’ve got going on
Or how you’ve been, whatever bond we had is gone
Nothing but hate
The time has come for you to dance with the devil
Why the fuck you sweating I thought you liked to gamble?
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Dollars to the Name
02:45
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Tired of your bullshit cus you’re tryna break me down
Don’t wanna think about it cus it’s gonna stress me out
Tell me how it is but you ain’t got a fucking clue
Try and buy your way in cus we know it’s what’s you’re used to
Trust me - you ain’t got a fucking clue
Justice - Only for the few
I’ve seen those like you come and pass before
Hardcore for the working class - to us this is more
Stepped on the wrong shoes and you’re clearly mistaken
Only took one look for us to tell that you’re faking
Who you gonna point to when there’s no one to fucking blame?
Where you gonna turn when there’s dollars to your fucking name?
You’ve never seen the crackhouses or the cockroaches
The thing I fear the most is losing those I call closest
Time will tell, we know you’re not one of us
Out of all the names you drop, name one you can trust
Trust me, you ain’t got a fuckin clue
Anyone but you ain’t worth your fuckin time
See a friend in need and you won’t spare a fucking dime
Justice, only for the few
Now you talk like there’s nowhere to go
Start talking about family, but there’s nowhere for you to fucking go
Where you gonna go when your name has nothing?
Where are you gonna turn to?
Where are you gonna fucking go?
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RD'D 2 DEATH
01:59
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Getting sick of mothafuckaz acting brave
You won’t say shit to me
When I see you on the street, you know itz RD
Aint saying shit when you see us walking down James St
Enter the kingdom from which we have come - come to fuck you up
Don’t make me say it again cus you know where we’re from: Garden City Terror
Unphased by insanity
I choose to retain my reality
Masters of brutality
Deny your fuckin reality
Getting sick of mothafuckaz acting brave
You know they ain’t sayin shit
Side eyes, clenched fists bitch we know what it is
And it’s all that we’ll get
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5. |
10 Minutes
03:17
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You talked tall and got washed out
Call that cause and effect - what did you expect?
You should be filled in cuz you look confused
It ain’t about what you say, it’s about what you do
Cus no matter what you fake
Total bonds you can’t break
Only family remains
The gods of causality are chillin, countin on the fact your blood will be spillin
The odds that you smarten the fuck up: one and a billion
Cuz you don’t move as a unit
Each one at odds, you know we see thru it
Keep looking for support, you haven’t built the rapport
Keep tryin, you can’t fucking do it
Thought you could fuck with the monkeys paw to try and get what you want but it comes at a cost
Haven’t earned a fucking thing and we can tell that you’re so fucking lost
Don’t care what you say, cus you barely live it
Act like you been here ten years and it's been ten minutes
Get fucked, I’ve had enough
Why should I try if you don’t give a fuck?
It ain’t my job to hold your fuckin hand
I hope you die before you take another stance
Goofy motherfucker don’t know how to act
Watch your back, you’re next in line to fuckin get smacked
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