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INTRO/HOOK |
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A breaker 1,a breaker 2 |
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REPEAT x 7 |
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(ERICK SERMON) |
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I be the Don up in this motherf-----(Ha ha) |
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I puts it down,I rock 'scapes |
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I roll bounce to the ounce(DIE-I!) |
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I bring dat physical front(Aha) |
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Believe it I function the paraplegic |
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So teach it like if he was playin backgammon |
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A new sheriff in town and not Reggie Hammond |
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I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose |
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Not for shootin use it for executin |
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Lames out there callin my name |
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For fame,change ya plan punk refrain |
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This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid |
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Dumb and Dumber all this summer |
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A newcomer,yeah I take em to check out the Avenue |
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Me and my crew went through |
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Wooh!Ah-ah!Word is born!Word is born! |
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(REDMAN) |
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I said "Come on!"(Come on!),"Come on!"(Come on!) |
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We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on |
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I'm not the one to funnel,I'm lyrically inclined |
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Seriously devine,whatever we G is crime |
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Ha!I take it down,make it clear and in your bare lair |
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Leaving critical as sang elsewhere |
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You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means |
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For such,I tote Glocks in Akarl jeans |
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For all means necer-ssary,my blood vessels |
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Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures |
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I be blowin like I'm Mr.Cool,the invincible |
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Keepin my court trials municipal |
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The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts |
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Pick up (Aah!),buda and Mex tags |
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Fifty the less,mo' vex,the Soviets |
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Another co-nnect on my Rolodex |
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I met my smokin vex,I keep my lyrics smack-daddo |
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Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal |
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Next up I believe that's Keith |
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Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony |
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(KEITH MURRAY) |
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Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer,telepathical brain murderer |
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Comin with the sh-t you never heard |
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Ask yourself the very same question |
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Which crew is f-----g with this Squad in this profession |
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Your mic's in my possession,I crush you with aggression |
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An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson |
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So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye |
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Fake niggas f-----g up my eye |
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Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job |
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Forget any clan said "Who Squad the Mob?" |
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Tired of beat-down,shot up and robbed |
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Niggas askin why,it's my motherf----n job |
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How many ways can I say "I just don't give a f---!" |
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Runnin niggas over in every truck |
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But my motto is "F---!Get the bottle!Pass the bottle!" |
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Bad luck had ya stuck,uh |
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I crash ya brain and smash ya spine |
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Yeah another hard one to find |
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HOOK |
