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[Verse 1]The soldiers, the hitch men, fightin for the dough |
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Allow me to give it to you, right from the door |
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Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall |
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Of an empire, coming to the floor |
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Through the wire like eight on a string |
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Where they gon' sting ya when it comes to that cold |
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Soldiers, hoes in, vultures lurkin |
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Lookin for that work in |
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Hopin, they could make a couple dollars |
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Off another mothafuckin bloody murder |
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It's the problem but no hoe, it's the quality of knowinthat the part of gettin dough, is you can't be out of control |
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If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper |
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We can chunk it, long as you ain't crossed that line |
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You can put me on the phone with your boss, we could squash it[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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It's the meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses |
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Why don't you tell them lil' niggaz, beat it we talkin |
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Meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses |
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Tell them lil mothafuckers, shut up, we talkin[Verse 2] |
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Huh, over weed, over yay, over not bein paid |
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When he say he gon' see you |
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Pethy ass niggaz, them pathetic ass bitches |
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YOu could let 'em grab dick, they'll never have shit |
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In this world, when you niggaz gon' learn it |
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That some of these wars, at the point of no returnin |
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Some of these boys, at the point of no concernin |
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Some of these courts, at the point of no ajournin |
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How many cars can you run up on beforesomebody wanna war, ain't nobody wanna talk |
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Hit you in the die hard, niggaz mom's calling |
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Involvin the law hard |
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Cross taped up to the chest |
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Enemies fuckin with them boys for protection |
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If it's only one boss in your squadron |
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Then me and him need to be the only once talking[Chorus][Verse 3] |
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Huh, all you have in this world is your word |
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Your gat and your guts, that and your nuts |
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Aint no backin you up, ain't no after you gone |
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The pastor of the church nigga, that's when it's on |
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The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin |
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Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone |
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Now you finally gotta kill |
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But the snowball is rollin down that hill |
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Accumulatin size, by the time it arrives |
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At the bottom of the hill, it be count as homicides |
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And avalanches for the ambiance outside you |
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Countless mamas cryin, sisters goin |
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Boo BooNiggaz killin 'cause of what they true to |
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Who's the villian here nigga, tell me what would you do |
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Huh, keep it goin, talk shit, squash it |
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You gon' have to talk to the bosses |
