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sneak into the house 'cause she'll never expect it\nExcept\n\nHe put the gun in my hand\nTold me go take my revenge\nKilling him won't make it go away\nIt's only gon' bring more pain\n\nI tied his hands behind his back to the night-stand fast\nRopes made bruises on his light-skinned ass\n\"See, I can play games too\"\nYeah, that's what I told him when he came to\nNow look, see what the game and the fame do?\nMade a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew\nFuck man, we grew up together\nRun-DMC, tougher than leather with the same outfits\nForty-deuce, takin' flicks like\nWhy did you fuck my wife, man?\nYou shoulda took my life man\nI switched the gun into my right hand\nThe sweat accumulated on his forehead\nI saw red, he said...\nNow was it worth it man?\nWas it everything you imagined, was it perfect?\n\nTook you to be my lawfully wedded wife\nTo have, to hold, to love, to cherish but\nDeath till us part\nWhat a coincidence\nNow perhaps the police will be convinced that it was an accident\nIf I'm accurate and careful with the evidence\nThis mother fucker says passing up my residence\nAnd to believe those vile set a precedence\nFrom the start it should've been obvious it never did\nPrevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence\nWas carried out with such masterful excellence\nAnd this is just where you rip my heart\nIt was natural to transform murder into art\nAnd the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry\nThree-sixty-five days to the date that we was married\nThoughts that I would achieve the murder would vary\nWe're closer than ever\nTogether we'll be buried cause\n\nEvil eyes that bide\nHow they go you so\nWhy do we\nWhat do they see?\nI just lost control\nHad to let you go\nI cry 'cause slowly we try\nSo slowly we die\n\nBuried alive in the grave\nToo exhausted to climb out\nBefore dirt was tossed on me\nCome to find out\nNo friend of mine, she sleeping with committed the crime\nIn the past three years, switched identities six times\nAnd all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty\nThey plotted on my publishing checks and royalties\nShe's thinking its true love\nHe's scamming her for the quop\nGot in order to devise my own intuitive plot\nPut the prose on him\nLaunched the probe on him\nNow harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him\nCornered him, now his mission is aborted\nYou are about to be professionally extorted\nGuess we all 'bout to murder tonight\nMiss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight\nDo it and bounce\nThe keys to the crib you'll find under the mat in the front of the house\nJust do it, what out","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] I now pronounce you husband and wife\n[00:05.03] You may now kiss the bride\n[00:43.02] Cops comin', shots fired\n[00:43.97] Babies cry, I cry\n[00:46.69] Wishin' I, could change what\n[00:49.30] This is just my life\n[01:02.11] God\n[01:03.02] Why is my wife bleeding?\n[01:04.82] Sheet cover her face, paramedics are leaving\n[01:07.51] Behind her clothes it's apparent she's not breathing\n[01:10.39] I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seeing\n[01:12.16] Plus there's a naked man on my lawn\n[01:14.87] Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn\n[01:17.54] Out, and the last thing I remember is\n[01:20.21] Uh, last thing I remember is\n[01:22.97] I received a text page from Julio who expressed that I left my cell-phone in the studio\n[01:27.41] Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools\n[01:30.22] Next to a six-pack of O'Douls and some soul food\n[01:32.94] Yeah and I was on my way home\n[01:34.74] Exit the expressway to use the payphone\n[01:37.41] But fuck it 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip\n[01:40.15] I sneak into the house 'cause she'll never expect it\n[01:41.98] Except\n[02:29.63] He put the gun in my hand\n[02:34.26] Told me go take my revenge\n[02:39.65] Killing him won't make it go away\n[02:45.09] It's only gon' bring more pain\n[02:48.62] I tied his hands behind his back to the night-stand fast\n[02:51.36] Ropes made bruises on his light-skinned ass\n[02:54.17] \"See, I can play games too\"\n[02:56.85] Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to\n[02:59.56] Now look, see what the game and the fame do?\n[03:01.30] Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew\n[03:04.97] Fuck man, we grew up together\n[03:07.63] Run-DMC, tougher than leather with the same outfits\n[03:10.30] Forty-deuce, takin' flicks like\n[03:12.17] Why did you fuck my wife, man?\n[03:18.55] You shoulda took my life man\n[03:20.32] I switched the gun into my right hand\n[03:23.00] The sweat accumulated on his forehead\n[03:24.85] I saw red, he said...\n[03:25.31] Now was it worth it man?\n[03:28.37] Was it everything you imagined, was it perfect?\n[05:32.21] Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife\n[05:34.06] To have, to hold, to love, to cherish but\n[05:36.78] Death till us part\n[05:38.59] What a coincidence\n[05:39.47] Now perhaps the police will be convinced that it was an 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die\n[06:34.55] Buried alive in the grave\n[06:35.59] Too exhausted to climb out\n[06:37.33] Before dirt was tossed on me\n[06:38.27] Come to find out\n[06:39.16] No friend of mine, she sleeping with committed the crime\n[06:40.95] In the past three years, switched identities six times\n[06:44.53] And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty\n[06:46.35] They plotted on my publishing checks and royalties\n[06:49.04] She's thinking its true love\n[06:50.80] He's scamming her for the quop\n[06:52.66] Got in order to devise my own intuitive plot\n[06:54.57] Put the prose on him\n[06:56.31] Launched the probe on him\n[06:58.18] Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him\n[07:00.85] Cornered him, now his mission is aborted\n[07:02.61] You are about to be professionally extorted\n[07:05.33] Guess we all 'bout to murder tonight\n[07:08.01] Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight\n[07:10.77] Do it and bounce\n[07:12.59] The keys to the crib you'll find 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room with all of they guns drawn\n  Out and the last thing I remember is\n  Uh, last thing I remember is\n\n  I received a text page from Julio\n  Who expressed that I left my cell phone in the studio\n  Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools\n  Next to a six pack of O'Douls and some soul food\n\n  Yeah, and I was on my way home\n  Exit the expressway to use the payphone\n  But fuck it, 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip\n  I sneak [Incomprehensible] into the house\n  And she'll never expect it, except that\n\n  Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry\n  Wishin' I could change but this is just my life\n  Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry\n  Wishin' I could change but this is just my life\n\n  He put the gun in my hand\n  Told me go take my revenge\n  Killin? him won't make it go away\n  It's only gon? bring more pain\n\n  I tied his hands behind his back to the night stand, fast\n  Ropes made bruises on his light skinned ass\n  See, I can play games too\n  Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to\n\n  Now look, see what the game and the fame do?\n  Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew\n  Fuck man, we grew up together\n  Run DMC, tougher than leather\n\n  With the same outfits, forty deuce\n  Takin' flicks like what, shit\n  Why did you fuck my wife, man?\n  You should've took my life, man\n\n  I switched the gun into my right hand\n  The sweat accumulated on his forehead, I saw red, he said\n  Now was it worth it, man?\n  Was it everythin? you imagined? Was it perfect?\n\n  He put the gun in my hand\n  Told me go take my revenge\n  Killin? him won't make it go away\n  It's only gon' bring more pain\n\n  He put the gun in my hand and told\n  Told me to go take my revenge\n  Killin? him won't make it go away, no\n  It's only gon' bring more pain\n\n  Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife\n  To have, to hold, to love and cherish but\n  Death did us apart, what a coincidence\n  Now, perhaps the police will be convinced\n\n  That it was an accident\n  If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence\n  This motherfucker trespassin? up my residence\n  And to believe those vile set a precedence\n  From the start I should have been obvious, I never did\n\n  Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence\n  Was carried out with such masterful excellence\n  And this is the stick where you rip my heart\n  It was natural to transform murder into art\n\n  And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry\n  365 days to the date that we was married\n  Thoughts of how would achieve the murder would vary\n  We're closer than ever, together we'll be buried 'cause\n\n  Evil eyes that bide, how they go\n  You [Incomprehensible] lied to me, what did they see?\n  I just lost control, had to let you go\n  I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die\n\n  Buried alive in the grave, too exhausted to climb out\n  Before dirt was tossed on me, come to find out\n  Old friend of mine she sleepin? with committed the crime\n  In the past three years, switched identities six times\n\n  And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty\n  They plotted on my publishin? checks and royalties\n  She's thinkin? it's true love, he's scammin? her for the quop\n  [Incomprehensible] to devise my own intuitive plot\n\n  Put the pros on him, launched the probe on him\n  Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him\n  Cornered him, now his mission is aborted\n  You are about to be professionally extorted\n\n  Guess who you're 'bout to murder tonight?\n  Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight\n  Do it and bounce, the keys to the crib, you'll find under the mat\n  In the front of the house, just do it, word out\n\n  Evil eyes that bide, how they go\n  You [Incomprehensible] lied to me, what did they see?\n  I just lost control, had to let you go\n  I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die\n"}]