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Exodus (outro)

In case you don’t know the call me Loc, short for L O K I

I’m speck for rule saying his last goodbye

This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride

From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye

In the next plan in time I've seen the rock split

In the ride it’s as rough as the ride gets

And you know that they all want to murder The Inc

But they can’t kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz

And if finish it means murder

(Murder, murder, murder)

([Unverified])

So be it

Last that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my style

Then leave them in memory of

But smile, some memories lost, the new identity was born

And no, this ain't a movie, dog

This is murder

(Murder, murder, murder)

And you need a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nod

But the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A.

The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli's

We had some good years but I’m tired and ya niggaz despierin'

And trying to put the dalce to the fire, it’s like an episode of the wire

The only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real life

Now, everybody wanna look at us and think twice

And point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guys

Y’all nigga’s don’t know, we them niggaz, man

Murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all

There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga

I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things

N if it wasn't for the way I live life

Would a nigga pray every night to Christ?

Jesus I'm just asking

'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered

Ma mama didn't raise no bastard

I was born with the talent you can’t touch

I call magic, you call it music once it get remastered

I got with Gotti started makin' classics

It’s murder, it’s the courses of traffic

Trust was my only niggaz force of habit

At the time in the game everything was average

Pac catches die, big catches die

And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive

First he sign D then he sign me

Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery

Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days

We graduated with A's

But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's

And till they back up 'coz that what they gave us

When they read the vendikas and various papers

But no heart, no foul y'all, niggaz is funny style anyway

Now, we go hard shit till the edge

That’s a good question though, see I don't understand

Why they would think what they thinking about

It's just not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of

And that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz

It's all good though I ain't stressing that shit man

Sometimes God has to put you through things

That bring out the best, very in who you are nigga

Sam said it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness

Is not what you accomplish, it's what you overcome"

Still breathin', feel me?

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