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da Prince SparTaK – Shooted heart by the art

As crack at down
as noun
to belong me double
trouble.
You don't know me.
Motherfucka you see.
It's not my fault your bitch is slut.
I remember when I stole her heart.
I fucked her ass,
every hole she has.
(Buuut...)
It's just a girl,you must get it high.
You don't know why?Your feeling body roled by.
When I was fucking her she was screaming hard.
But now your guys in my yard.
And I am ready for my fight.
But I see in their pistols light.
Don't you look I am white,
I will give you high level fight.
You don't know why?
(It's not your homie fight)

(Chorus)
They wanna kill me,let me die.
But they can't fight.
These punk-ass dudes with their hair dye.
I hate them all and I told you why.
You don't know why?
(It's not your homie fight)

One time I met a lonely child.
These streets are macking with him sometimes wild.
I helped him and then in gratitude he made for me an art.
I know he did it from his heart.
On this art I saw myself with 2 guns.
Mechanism runs.
And I was looking like \"Jezuz cry,
when you lie,after die\".
On this art I was Jezuz with my sons.
But mechanism runs.
I was killing these motherfuckers
and you know why.

Some times it's hard.
But I look on this fucken art.

(Chorus)
They wanna kill me,let me die.
But they can't fight.
These punk-ass dudes with their hair dye.
I hate them all and I told you why.
You don't know why?
(It's not your homie fight) (2x)

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