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Artist: Flesh- |
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N-Bone f/ |
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Big Punisher, |
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Fat Joe Album: |
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T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) |
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Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] |
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Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas |
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All the way from |
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New York to muthafuckin' |
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Cleveland |
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Terror Squad, muthafuckas [Flesh] |
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I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother |
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Me fo'-fo' show no one mercy |
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But I'm off searchin' for those |
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You're soon to be comin' up missin' |
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Get at your strip and my niggas talkin' 'bout murder mo |
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Keep me ? on hydro, blunt flow, (but I take his shit, all of it) |
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Runnin' with all my thugsta niggas |
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Better beware when |
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I bail on the |
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Clair Gravedig, wig splitter, put one in ya |
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To the woods to ? your body |
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Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight |
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But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang |
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Better believe we goin' to kill all the witness |
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So test Flesh, gotta put 'em in check every time |
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Here we go march in at night |
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Just picture me thuggin' in |
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Cleveland, deep in the women |
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Me and my green, come up with that team |
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So we can put a lot of fiends in the ditch, bleed |
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Better not sleep or you sleep with that deep |
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When I pap that chrome |
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It'll be gone, what you're fuckin' with? |
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The ever-rollin' |
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Bone to the dome, you done |
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Flesh-n-Bone off with the gun |
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Quiet, so how'd they put him a casket? |
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Why is it niggas want violence? |
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I'll find him, no competition, listen |
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Ammuntion, let 'em have it |
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Can't outlast our |
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Mo Thug niggas, smoke |
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Now fiend me the bud to gets me buzzed |
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So what if you hate me? |
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Keep to yourself or the haters catch a slug |
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And never know what it was (was) [Big Punisher] |
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Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame |
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Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game |
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Slip in a clip in the |
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MAC Clack, what's my name? |
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Big Pun Go for your guns, son |
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Let's get it on |
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My vest is on |
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Protectin' home, it's only |
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Flesh-N-Bone [Flesh] |
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Think I'm a murder, light up a spliff |
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Better think of sophisticated way to learn |
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Imitators, it gets me ? that niggas try to be like us |
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But can't get the hang, bet |
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I hurt the bustas at ? |
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They depend on us suckas keep watchin' |
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You better switch and get humble |
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Keep our shit original, end up like a lot of niggas that droppin' |
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Glock-glock, double nina, infrared beam |
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Now die in an instant flash |
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Get rid of 'em, mister, ? of 'em, yeah |
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Try to flee and you'll meet your doom, killin' soon |
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Your ? get tossed to my great dane |
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They havin' ? handy for supper |
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What' s worser, don't even want a |
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Nigga like me to go thick |
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What the hell, if you really want to suffer |
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Stop pressin', and now what's the problem? |
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Niggas start the static |
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Always with the silver revolver |
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Bet I solve 'em, hollow point ?, cash and blast |
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Get it told, didn't feel ? with your soul |
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Why murder and follow, but told you |
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Should've slowed your roll for ? |
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Here I go, here |
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I go, proceedin' to murder |
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Scribblin' hellified bloody scriptures |
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When I sneaks the green |
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I come to the nigga, hear the fat lady sing |
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It's your funeral, mister |
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How would you picture the story and them haters endin' |
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I'm forcin' the pain, bringin' the game to the table |
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And we able to bump off your label |
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Mo props to ? |
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Mo Thug we brang, we brang |
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Mo Thug brang, we brang, |
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Mo Thug brang |
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I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you |
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I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you |
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Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes |
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Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes |
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Whoever didn't lynch 'em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools |
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I'll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop |
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With my favorite fuckin' tool, tool |
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Kingpin and all of you sucka bustas |
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Prepare to lose, prepare to lose ' |
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Bout time for you ready to die, pow, pow, what am |
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I? Guess who, so |
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Flesh'll be waitin', anticipatin', ? |
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Really don't want to fuck the |
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Cleveland bosses, |
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Cleveland bosses |
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We done way past gold |
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Even past platinum, done triple-doubled it |
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Go look at the stats, can't stand a nigga sellin' hits quick |
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Don't go lookin' for trouble |
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If you dare you gonna stare down the barrel of a |
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Mossy shotty, can't help ya |
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Never could drop me, but |
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I'm untouchable |
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Look behind me, find |
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Mo Thug thug posse [Fat Joe] |
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For the right price, |
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I put any ? up on ice |
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So for a green card |
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Terror Squad will carve 'em up real nice |
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Send 'em to |
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Christ takin' this life's not a problem |
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I been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggers way before my album |
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Drownin' my sorrows in bottles of |
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Olde Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a |
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John Doe You didn't know my shit was game tight |
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The insane type to bust open your brain with a drain pipe |
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It ain't right, but |
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I don't give a uh |
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Me and Punisher, contemplate your death like the governor |
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A red dot to make your head hot |
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Disgustin' wet spot, blood gushin' out your ? dreadlocks |
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Blowin' the spot like |
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David Koresh |
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Blazin' the sess with |
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Wish, Biz, |
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Layzie, Krayzie, and |
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Flesh [Big Punisher] |
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Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame |
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Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game |
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Slip in a clip in the |
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MAC Clack, what's my name? |
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Big Pun Go for your guns, son |
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Let's get it on |
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My vest is on |
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Protectin' home, it's only |
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Flesh-N-Bone |