Тональность: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Death, murder, and mayhem
Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
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Now I want to go outside
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And paint the pavement
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Death, murder, and mayhem
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Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
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Now I want to go outside
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And paint the pavement
Verse 2
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I heard my hood was a joke to y’all
I used to think about smoking y’all
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Late night in my crib playing Dreamcast
Nine cocked back,
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all black with a skimask
Talking shit like I wasn’t gonna
hear you
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Standin' across the street with the
Heat in the clear view
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Took my stories all make- believe
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Pushed to the front line then
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Forced to take a leave say
316 was made up
Step your rap game down and
Your street game up
Ever seen gunfire lighting up a staircase
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Ask the enemy how the gun
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look in their face
It’s so serious,
you dudes listen to these
Rappers cause you’re curious
It’s all real, only three basic principles
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Death, murder, mayhem,
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no one is invincible
Or undefeated in the streets
Hell I don’t beef with MCs
Who get their ass beat
All up on Youtube running their yap
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I ain’t trying to get caught up
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With none of you cat s that
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would be the end
Of so- called gangster rap
Cause as soon as I call
My gangsters it’s a rap
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Lines like that is why gangster rap suck
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And that’s word to the tears on
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The face of Young Buck
Verse 3
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Death, murder, and mayhem
Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
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Now I want to go outside
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And paint the pavement
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Death, murder, and mayhem
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Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
Now I want to go outside
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And paint the pavement
Verse 4
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I hate life cause I hate my boss
I’d walk off the job,
can’t take the loss
Paranoia that he might lay me off
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I promise to God someday
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Gonna pay the cost
I dream about killing sometimes
Booze, weed, pills,
nothing helps unwind
I’m done trying to find sunshine
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I could be an Internet
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punchline by lunchtime
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They wanna overwork me
They trying to hurt me but
Now I’m just bloodthirsty
First we make him scream like a girlie
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Then gag him with a shirt sleeve
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And show him no mercy
I’m younger, I’m sturdy
I ain’t so early that I don’t
Know how to carve a turkey
Plus I’m clean, I can purchase a burnie
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And put a couple black eyed
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Peas up in his fergie
Attitude check or catch a wet rack
The rug’s a red mat cause he
Got fed the lead Ex lax
Leave you dead flat on your dead back
And let your neighbour
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kids poke you with
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A stick like a dead cat
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Do it right with the human rights
If for no other reason than losing life
And maybe you should try to
Watch what you say
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Cause today just might not be your day,
c’mon
Verse 5
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Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder,
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and mayhem
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Death, murder, and mayhem
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Push me to the brink and they
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Death, murder, and mayhem
Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
Now I want to go outside
And paint the pavement
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Death, murder, and mayhem
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F
Push me to the brink and
they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
Now I want to go outside
Outro 1
And paint the pavement
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