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victims pt. 2 - dom pachino lyrics

[intro: dom pachino]
yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh), n-gga, it’s f-cking dom p., n-gga
p.r. terrorist, ya’ll n-ggas heard me, yo

[dom pachino]
who to blame? stick and move like sugar shane
catch me on the cayman isle, chewing on sugar cane
with a bad -ss dame, i brought from the grain
she hold me down and her p-ssy hold my cocaine
pretty thug, usually dressed in gucci, carry a black uzi
kick -ss, you thought i was trained by mr. fuji
smoke trees and blunts, nevear looseleafs, my life’s a real movie
shot real n-ggas, with real toolies
spit facts of hot tracks, that be real groovy
excuse me for my ’60’s slang, but i’ve been in a ’67 mustang
just doing my thang, or maybe in a chevy truck
sitting on 24’s, b-tches looking very stuck
some time my situation seem like luck, but i work, hard for this
stick to the script, real n-gga rap, i got my gat on my hip
don’t need no back, i got a tight -ss grip
plus keep a stack, in case i gotta take a trip
keep a b-tch with a onion, case i gotta make a tip

[chorus 2x: dom pachino]
i fell victim to the fame…
i fell victim to the fame…
i fell victim to the fame…
stacks and dough, groovy b-tches and cocaine

[dom pachino]
who’s the spanish kid, damage your sh-t and he be reppin’
true and nasty track, get the track moving just my weapon do
dude disrespecting who, playboy, i thought you knew
k!llarmy’s a congegration of n-ggas that’ll murder you
you talking prime time, no bells ringing, never heard of you
and if i did, and you f-cking with fam, then i’m serving you
personally, ain’t no rehearsing this speech
i give you chills, when i come through like a chalk board screech
i never ask for nothing twice, i usually take it
you’se a tool that don’t work right, and usually break it
i’m a keep a real n-gga, that usually fake it
ya’ll play around with b-tches, i spit for naked
i’mma hit you with that smith & wess’ i found in the lake, kid
ya’ll don’t hear me? then ya’ll don’t need to be near me
i’m not insane, i think it’s just a life of pain
rap, stacks and drugs, just, run through my vein
not to mention, all that life’ll do up
all the time i had to pull out and hit the floor
exchange shots, empty the clip, and serve one more
and if no one got hit, then we call it a draw
it’s hood life, if you been there, i don’t need to tell you
if you smell like spider p-ssy, i don’t need to smell you
play ya part, my thoughts is like, state of the art
x-ray, don’t play, slugs’ll rip you apart

[chorus 2x]

- dom pachino lyrics

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