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1144 ( sundown) - camp blood lyrics

kick in the door with eleven .44s
you are not a real n*gga, x*pac shakur
this is not a game, hope you’re keeping score
we are not the same
sh*t hit the fan, i’m not a fan
don’t hit my phone, i’m not your mans
your shots are bricks up in the stands
give me the sticks you f*cking stan
your mama called me a n*gga today
so your mama had to eat a f*cking trigger today
that’s right, three strikes, put her right in her place
and you’re salty ’cause these f*cking slugs hugging your face

sundown
sundown town
run down
run ‘em outta town
gun down
gun down brown
what now?
sundown town

sundown
sundown town
run down
run ‘em outta town
gun down
gun down brown
what now?
sundown town
red blood on these white hands in blue suits
one two with a deuce*deuce and screw loose

red blood on these white hands in blue suits
one two with a deuce*deuce and screw loose

been a target since baby
how could you hate me?
i’m just what you made me
pressure drive a young n*gga crazy
i’ll k!ll a motherf*cker ‘fore i drive a miss daisy
i’m on the run now, i’m on the run now
crackas catch me i might get gunned down
sh*t ain’t fun now, i’m going numb now
look at your son now, i’m going dumb now

sundown
sundown town
run down
run ‘em outta town
gun down
gun down brown
what now?
sundown town

- camp blood lyrics

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