[Intro: Dom Pachino]
Yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh), ^!$$%, it's $#&@ing Dom P., ^!$$%
P.R. Terrorist, ya'll ^!$$%s 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 $$# dame, I brought from the grain
She hold me down and her #~!!@ hold my cocaine

Pretty thug, usually dressed in Gucci, carry a black uzi
Kick $$#, you thought I was trained by Mr. Fuji
Smoke trees and blunts, nevear looseleafs, my life's a real movie

Shot real ^!$$%s, 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, (*##$es looking very stuck
Some time my situation seem like luck, but I work, hard for this

Stick to the script, real ^!$$% rap, I got my gat on my hip
Don't need no back, I got a tight $$# grip
Plus keep a stack, in case I gotta take a trip

Keep a (*##$ with a onion, case I gotta make a tip

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I fell victim to the fame...
I fell victim to the fame...
I fell victim to the fame...

Stacks and dough, groovy (*##$es and cocaine

[Dom Pachino]

Who's the Spanish kid, damage your %#@! and he be reppin'
True and nasty track, get the track moving just my weapon do
Dude disrespecting who, playboy, I thought you knew

Killarmy's a congegration of ^!$$%s that'll murder you
You talking prime time, no bells ringing, never heard of you
And if I did, and you $#&@ing 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 ^!$$%, that usually fake it
Ya'll play around with (*##$es, 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 #~!!@, 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


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