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Album:
1st Blood (2007)
[Intro: Dom Pachino]
Yeah, Yeah,
I feel like they watchin me.
[Chorus: Dom Pachino]
You live what you speak, You speak what you know,
You know what you see, You read what you sold,
Sometimes shit you seek can have you leakin with holes,
When shit gets out of hand.
From friends to the hoes, Some even po-po,
They watch when you come, So watch when you go,
If you choose to sleep, You never gone know,
When shit gets out of hand.
[Dom Pachino]
I made a fair share of money, When I hit the block hard,
Till I see a couple of niggas, Get knocked hard,
Double digits, Had to be some fuckin snitches in the business,
Corruptin the whole operation, That's when I switch location,
And open my own station, Your boy P usin his noodle like an Asian,
Won ton Don's amazin, What a hustler,
Custom tracks a blazin, His voice is like Cajun,
You should of seen, Do it on the stage man,
Rock shows on occasion, Lets get on the same page fan.
You should have seen me, Pump that gage,
When shit gets out of hand,
Crack head Mike showed me my first shotty,
Next thing you know, I'm on the block stickin everybody,
Till I, Did a bid and got focused,
Then it's the return of the white lotus, One of the dopest,
To ever do it, You must admit the kid can spit it,
And sound good even if you didn't get it, You get it,
Understand that, Shit gets out of hand.
[Chorus]
[Dom Pachino]
It usually get out of hand when you start to expand,
And your Privates wanna be Generals and feel like a man,
Cause you made em rich and shit,
So they tell they doldgiers they betray their boss to the outfit,
I can't believe the shit that comes out they mouth, Shit,
Have em, Return to the essence, Embraces the pearly gate on some adios, Bon voyage, Good day mate,
Quit tryin to stay and take credit for some shit that they didn't create,
I edit em, Zap em, Gun clap em, Pimp em, Bitch slap em for playin Captain,
The hills from the Staten, Isle where most niggas is fowl,
We New York but a little different pal,
I've been blessed with a com-plete different style,
Don't try on my shoes if you aint fiendin, To walk the mile,
When shit gets out of hand.
[Chorus]
[Outro: Dom Pachino]
You gotta keep that circle tight,
I move like a ninja at night,
But understand that shit gets out of hand,
No outsiders, Only move with fam,
Don't find myself in a jam when shit gets out of hand.
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