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Lletres: Abk. Mudface. Far From Reality.

This is how it?s bout to go down, believe it or not, I?m still here
All you haters, time to shed another tear
Because I?m back in this bitch like your mom?s ex boyfriend
All up in your face with some brand new nonsense
Diss if you want to, go ahead and take a shot
Sooner or later that shit goin be squashed
I?m a killa with an attitude road ragin like a fool
Rolling with a family the size of a typhoon

Chorus (x2)
We ain?t going away
We ain?t going away (nowhere)
We ain?t going away
We ain?t going away (far from reality)

Who you think you fucking with? This shit getting serious
Ain?t no time for busted lips, the shit I bust will turn you bitch
Turn your back and walk away, keep on thinking that you safe
It?s a small world after all, so I?ll just wait until that day
To pull my heat and lay you out or grab my blade and start to scalp

Either way I do not doubt the sweet revenge keeps me around
Silently right on your trail, if you live only time will tell
I?ll be there though if you ain?t, so you can see we here to stay

Chorus (x2)

All my warriors get loud; make some room up in this crowd
Let everyone else around; see how killers put shit down
Pull it out and let it pop, listen to those bodies drop
Let them all lay their in shock, at least now they know we don?t play
Everybody recognize I?m not the type to tell you twice
Fuck with me, I guarantee that someone going pay the price
Show respect when in the room, I?m killing all that I see though
If you ever did me wrong, then I hope to see you soon

Chorus(x4)