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Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit) |
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What y'all niggaz get man? |
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What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)or burn unit (burn unit) |
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Get a real fuckin life unit (real life fuckin unit) |
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A real unit; a motherfuckin, |
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CNN shit (CNN!) |
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My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours) |
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We thugged out y'all (what!) |
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Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all![Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga][N] |
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I say I don't really give a fuck[C] |
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Why do don't really give the fuck?[N] |
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Cause I don't really give a fuck[C] |
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So we don't really give the fuck[N] |
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You gon' roll with me?[C] |
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Hell yeah[N] |
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What son what!? |
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You gon' roll with me?[C] |
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Hell yeah[N] |
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What son what!? |
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You gon' roll with me?[C] |
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Hell yeah[N] |
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What son what!? |
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You gon' ride with me?[C] |
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Hell yeah[N] |
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What son what!? |
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You gon' die with me?[C] |
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Hell yeah[N] |
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What son what!?[Capone] |
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Right every bill |
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I stack another war, story and track |
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Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack |
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Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further |
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What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker |
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Some'll pray to |
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Jesus, I pray to |
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Jes to free us |
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Don't look for bail |
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Rufus bail |
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Criminal Court |
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When a judge holla |
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Father you sure? |
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Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail |
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I been as real as |
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I stealin free lunch |
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I got the greats from this old man give me hearse and, |
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I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van) |
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My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that |
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I lead (I lead) |
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Do crime in |
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New York, money and murder |
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Gentleman talk, ball like |
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Atlanta Hawk |
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No respect, this on the stacks of the court |
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I started off in the street thing, triple it's on[Chorus][M.A.Z.E.] |
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Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the same |
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Its no room, no |
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BI for y'all in the game |
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See me I, stay where it pop |
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Off the chain like my diss and it rocks |
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Movin the same is the strippin the spot |
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I'm hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to top |
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Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes |
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To piss off the killer in me |
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Me and six will slick through it (through it) |
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Bronx river to the con do it |
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I see Don |
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P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheek |
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Like green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere |
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Get to say my name in the air |
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Niggaz pipe down, put they mic down |
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Niggaz scared that we ain't even drop yet |
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Yet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest) |
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The projects, |
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I rep to my death (rep it nigga!) |
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X'd out hoes, we regulate (X'd out hoes!) |
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We ain't sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?[Chorus] - with |
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Noreaga adlibs[Noreaga] |
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Keep the Mac under the seat |
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To fast niggaz ready to creep |
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And my niggaz stayin with heat |
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Like the hook go - what son what!? |
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Like the shit go - what son what!? |
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See me in the hood though |
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With a hood though, with a little puppet |
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And we doing no good though |
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Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the club |
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Niggaz don't need no math |
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I rather, get head, |
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I don't need no ass |
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Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me |
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I mean you, and you ain't the set for me |
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I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemies |
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So niggaz better stop playin |
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Before I get the |
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M-One and just start sprayin |
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Keep your block on lock, so now you go |
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Nigga, I sell bricks like my name |
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Alpo[Chorus][Mussolini] |
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It's no rumor what you hear about us in clubs |
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Or freight some young |
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BloodNo vest protect the shot for your mug |
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Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance they get |
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Rap niggaz |
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I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get |
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Hustlin niggaz, |
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I catch y'all |
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UptownSoon as papi hit you, |
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I'm right behind you holding it down |
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Ya niggaz, got it confused |
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Pop bottles and boo's |
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Might fit, make you come out of your jewels |
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A little more richer |
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Every sixteenth spit a little more sicker |
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Rap for M. |
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A.Z.E. cause that's my nigga |
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I spit it for the streets |
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My bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty |
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G'sThugging every week, stylin out, |
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Violator I'm wildin out |
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MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin about |
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We off the yell dogg, the entire know this song |
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Cause me and |
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M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker[Chorus][Norega] |
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Huh? Huh? |
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We say what son what!? |
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Huh? What? |
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Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker) |
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Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!? |
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Huh? Huh? |
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Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!? |
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Huh? Huh? |
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Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!? |
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Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga |
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Swift on the motherfuckin four's |
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What what?{* |
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Noreaga continues to adlib in background*}[Funkmaster Flex - over end of Noreaga] |
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Yeah, Capone- |
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N-Nore baby! |
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Thugged Out! |
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Shout to Martin |
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MooreShout to my man |
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GinaThings is happenin baby |
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Sixty Minutes of |
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Funk Volume |
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Four (okay) |
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Shout to Irv |
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Gotti (ill sound, murder) |
