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fear - dom pachino lyrics

“hey now” – repeated throughout the song

[intro: p.r. terrorist]
come on henry, roll the f-ckin’ dice
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real good
tera iz him, yea, what the deal, baby boy just’
how you feel my n-gga? yeah, k!llarm’, k!llarm’
yeah, bout to get real f-ckin’ grimey

[chorus: p.r. terrorist]
n-ggas run from the fear in they heart
the fear of the gun spark, the fear of the dark
the fear of the narc’s, the fear of the parked cars
and parked vans in front of they house
scanners hangin’ out they back, yo, n-ggas sellin’ crack

[p.r. terrorist]
d.j.’s spinnin’ wax in the clubs
everybody’s thugs, everybody’s rockin’ colors, n0body’s brothers any more
why not? everybody wanna fall, n0body standin’ tall like a brick wall
got my b-lls sweaty, battery charged up like ever ready
forever ready, more cards than mirror freddie
before i go, the world, they gon’ forget me
left two girls behind, both look like me
promoter throwin’ the show, don’t wanna invite me
how can a god be righteous, when they say i’m sheisty
i tell you why… because it’s me, me, wonderful me
dom p, g.o.d., represent to the t
represent for my n-ggas on the m.i.c., n.y.c

[chorus]

[p.r. terrorist]
catch me in the back, countin’ the money stack
where it at, n-ggas is rollin’ dice (4, 5, 6)
think twice when you come around the hood, cuz n-ggas ain’t no good
it’s just an actual fact, sleep wit a fat black mack, and keep my gear intact
cuz the b-tches do love me, can’t forget about them
plus can’t forget about the way they made me c-m
had two daughters while i was workin’ on my son
got questioned by jakes, while i was on the run
made mad cheddar, while i was on the run
bust mad guns, while i was on the run
must say rest in peace, to my n-gga pun, pun… rest in peace

[chorus 2x]

[p.r. terrorist]
dont’ make me, choke you to death, you fake m-th-f-cka
hands out your pocket, don’t make me pull the eye shutter
straight from the gutter, where i was born and raised
nowadays sh-t be seemin’ like we trapped in a cage
we got, gates that are twelve feet high, wit curl blades
never had sh-t, tell you right now, that crime pays
spanish rap cat, wit gats and razor blades
handglide off the building, my wings and my shoulder blades
straight flyin’, stroll through the hood, holdin’ an iron
no lying, snakes are cunnivin’, n-ggas is spyin’
the earth’s cryin’, and my th-rn bush roses are dyin’
bows are fryin’ from h-ll’s heat, these mean streets got me buggin’
what the deal, cousin?

[chorus]

[outro: p.r. terrorist]
this how it is around the way, knawhatimean?
terrorist sh-t, knowhatimsayin’?
islord, ‘bandz, 9th prince, beretta 9, shogun the -ssason
4th disciple, dainja mental, k!lla sin, wannabeez, yeah

- dom pachino lyrics

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