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It locks it in, makes it a more cohesive project. It Ain't Nothin' feat. It blew our minds at the time. Scarface - on Minda of a Luntic I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry I be ebbin when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic or Bushwick Bill on Gangsta of Love Ok cathy That hoe was hot. And the mutherfucking punk police

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