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Verse 1
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We are dying, we are dying
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Are we gonna die? Are we gon
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na die?
Verse 2
Blow the candles out
as I contemplate in the dark
Time magazine
Israel and Palestine
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
I get a call from Irv Gotti
Got machetes and them
cannons loaded up
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lean in my cup
I'm on a mission
now mother fuckers listenin'
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Feel that you can take their life cause they
Raise the Christian,
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kill you for these kids as victims
You give a kid 30 cent and think you
I feed a village by myself nigga
Compton comin'
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Purge
Verse 3
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(Sometimes I wan na purge)
We are dying
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(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying,
(Sometimes I wanna)
(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 4
got 70 kills
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Chevy with pills
Donald Sterling hopped in his Benz
of the chrome
So we purge Sandusky,
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
back to back in two vans
middle of South Sudan
long as I got two hands
millions and my crew deep
sane and vein now
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Crash my ass, niggas know who shot
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that plane down
298 innocent lives severed
all the way to heaven
Verse 5
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we are dying
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(Sometimes I wan na purge)
We are dying,
We're living on a purge
Verse 6
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and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his fashion
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Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom,
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swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson
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with this German luger
More like Ice T than Ice Cube,
I'm a cop killer
On my knees prayin',
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But he fell victim to the Rampart Division,
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purge
beat up Rodney King
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We tore up the city nigga, purge
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Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops
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in the same spot till the case closed, purge
Verse 7
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We are dying, we are dying
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(Sometimes I wanna
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purge)
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We are dying, some times
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I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a purge
Verse 8
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This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I'll never understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life,
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shit crazy.
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I'll never understand.
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Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge. Eventually we all victims of the purge. Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. It's a question nobody
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