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Am I Only A Paranoid - Or Not?? [1st Chorus:] Two Ever-Bleeding Stigmas - Pierce My Hands Although I Was Never Crucified I'm Admired By
Am I only a paranoid - or not?? Two ever-bleeding stigmas - pierce my hands Although I was never crucified I'm admired by christians like a saint
carried by the younglings that refuse to speak about their stigma Stigma-fuckin'-tised By your self-despise Please explain me why you left me to be
Thinkin' 187 proof nigga come take a sip I'm sick, as fuck I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
Code 187 it's bouncing off the walls Code 114 I bout to risk it all Section 8 housing stop running through the halls Do they scream holy death when
fuck your ears like a statutory rape Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip And by the way if
of feeling threatened by my presence Honestly I get it all the time I'm a one man assassin, so get your sorry ass in– Side, cuz I think I'mma finna commit
that shit We got toasters in the whip I got fiends at the door I be trapping like a bitch I got workers by the store They be packing thirty clips
either me or you going to die i guess that will be your last dance Chorus (Master P) your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
still 187 on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
still 187 on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
still 187 on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep
*187 And ask for, a spare key Take the elevator to the Top floor, penthouse suite Come & meet me in 702 I don't want no one but you You never did right
out to all you busters 187 to the posse, a Boo-Yaa logo y'all already know (that's when it's loco) kickin' up dust, let the dust remain Turn up
bussing if it ain't a stigma Tryna catch a case With me baby it's official Let me throw that ass on that pole And make this cookie go wild Wilddy Wildy
Holding my head up dead on my feet Watching the earth crumble piece by piece Feeling the breeze wash across my face Waiting for the crack in
scream Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding I got skill to deal and run game on bitches You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes I
Tough climb out of poverty The stigma goes with you Number one issue Of course We all guerrillas that'll kill ya Right Come around and Sneak into your
your life The one in decline setting new sights Binding freedom you're lost Placed aside all your hope is lost Mark placed by needle Chi Si Sigma Stigma
based upon freedom of speech Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion To make your own decision, now that's baloney Cause if I gotta play by your
underground And feel the beating core that's asking why Did I fear control? Did I hate the fact that tides were moved along By one of those orbiting
shaanadaar Avatara, AVATARA My Mantra destroys all the stigma Avatara, avatara I will meet my perfect lover Avatara, avatara Liberation from sansaar, ah
based upon freedom of speech Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion To make your own decision, now that's baloney Cause if I gotta play by your
again From the edge of the world Forged and molded by pain nothing's in vain New life dressed in black The ronin wears the mask A man on his task
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