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(feat. Roscoe & M.O. P) |
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Man, "Ante Up" nigga |
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Make these niggaz kick in, punk-ass niggaz BANG on 'em |
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Sheeeit... gotta get on these |
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Frontin, funny, funny-ass niggaz |
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(Chorus) |
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I can see it, youse a jealous, motherfucker |
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It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherfucker |
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Look me in my eyes you pathetic, motherfucker |
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Cause shit only happens if you let it, motherfucker |
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You out to get a grip but you're doin the wrong shit |
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To get a grip you burn your bridge and sink ships motherfucker |
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Fuckin 'round here might get you chipped, motherfucker |
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The homies hittin lick after lick, motherfucker |
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(Kurupt) |
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The Crisis Center was just invaded |
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Niggaz talkin 'bout Kurupt switched and traded |
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People talkin 'bout they don't like me no mo', I lost my flow |
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They liked me better on "Stranded on Death Row" |
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Gangbanging's a terrorist act, like whatever we do |
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they gon' lock us up wherever the terrorists at |
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They so-called RICO act, applaud and clap |
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Cause they applaud when niggaz get clapped, but look |
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I can see it, youse a jealous, motherfucker |
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It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherfucker |
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Peep out the streets, you can't move without heat |
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To keep your empire imperial |
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From Pakistan to imperial, imperial mindframe |
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Must center your circle, the circle, of your center |
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Wisdom must control it's outer, and it's inner |
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I got a small message for you funny-ass niggaz look |
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(Chorus) |
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(Roscoe) |
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Young whippersnapper, dippin in my Acura |
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For the young pistol packers, clip-slapper, click-clacker |
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Chip-stacker, whip-jacker, crib-crashed, kidnapper |
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Wig-basher, rib-cracker, ditch-digger, ditch a nigga |
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Bitch nigga, y'all the ones that switched nigga |
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So fuck y'all, now it's guns and clips nigga |
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And y'all don't see it, you fuckin with the wrong two |
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We movin units and you just been fuckin with the wrong crew |
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And I can see it, youse a envious motherfucker |
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My enemy motherfucker not no friend to me, no kin to me |
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So it's simple don't be tryin to pretend to be motherfucker |
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Repercussions consequences and penalties motherfucker |
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I ain't never a punk, my beretta's in the trunk |
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So whenever when it, jump, I'll be the first to dump |
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Paranoid, I can't walk to the curb without my tec |
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And it's so many murders that I regret, from jealous-ass niggaz |
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(Chorus) |
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(Lil' Fame) |
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Yo, yo, it's the M dot O dot P, motherfucker |
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The K-U, R-U-P-T, motherfucker |
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Chin check nigga, it's 'bout to get hectic |
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To all race and creeds, foreign or domestic (M.O.P. nigga) |
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Now, tell me, if you wanna ride |
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In the backseat of a Caddy, {?} brought you to a side |
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Think it over for what it's worth |
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Before you get yo' ass tossed into the big black earth |
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(Billy Danze) |
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Oh! Live from the 'Ville, it's your boy Bill Digga |
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Nigga will you get the fuck back 'fore we kill ya |
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Y'all know what's up, we doin it with Kurupt |
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The flow slow disco, nigga let's go |
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We put it down like, sound like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT) |
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Still shake the ground like (NOW LET'S RIDE ON OUT) |
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When there's a conversation about O.G.'s |
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Make sure you motherfuckers remember the M.O.-P's |
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(Chorus) |
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(Kurupt ad libs to end) |
