Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Faces Of Death. Non-fiction Words By Eazy-e.

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Infrared scope, you put the dot on your target, then you blow the shit out the
motherfucka, Im sure.....killings, robberies, mur-uhh....thievin and
everything.....the whole nine yards...dope dealin, everything, everything you
hear on our records....is true!