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Accidents
- "Ayo, you there..yeah dog I..I think I gotta get the fuck outta this game man you feel..wh..what you mean? No, no you said I was done I'm not fucking doing this again Ricky! Ricky..I fucking told you..can we meet like, I might be recorded right now..I don't fucki..ahh..fuck! I'll be there... FUCK!..."
- (0:31) When a mistake is made, they tell me to rub it off, how am I supposed to sleep at night? It's a drug thing, no it's "Do or die homie" every second I wish days like this would be a real job and give breaks but it never ends, when I'm off work I'm hiding quick ly from my reflection to get away
- At first offer, I appreciate the pay but the more lives I take today the more these fucking pills become a waste to me! I'm killing on these streets ahh, doing drugs an all just to escape the hate these fuckers created in me, my future? Either dead or sleeping in the streets oh wait? I'm dealing with both as we speak!
- (1:17) I'm not a mobster believe me, I get my hands dirty enough and if I'm caught red handed, this cloth won't be able to cover the punishment waiting for me like a doctor, that's what they call me, cause a crowbar, wrench or a damn pipe in my hands naturally trained me how to solve a problem
- So many times behind and in front the revolver I had to bite the bullet, fill another clip and replay the horror yeah, they love me A.K.A "Maniacle" at your service strapped with a thirty clip Tommy Gun you should probably run yeah, stare into your pupils as they open up like blurry visions passing by the casino
- guarantee you missed out on New Year's Eve to feed your family by beating Murphy, your best friend until now yeah, it's rough...
- (2:03) Accidents happen, sacrifices for bad shit I just wanna swallow a laxative till my back begins to snap yes, the shit I've seen, y'all don't know the half of it,
- lay a life for someone close just to turn there back to stab it, if you refuse, you get your nuts cut off, die and sent back to your happy kids, the love of your life fucked and stabbed on your matress damn..it's that mob game disguised as an accident again...
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