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(Intro) |
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One time for your mind |
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This is not a test, this is an emergency |
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Listen, this is what I need you to do... |
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Is get on the dance floor |
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(Notch) |
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Before you cross the border |
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Betta have your shit in order |
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Cuz now your spots is real playin so stayyyyy |
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(Red 1) |
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Aiyyo, we got 'em in a tight grip, but keep it tight lip |
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For we killa types get live with the mic check |
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Hit 'em with the right left, make sure it's priceless |
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Rascalz, Sazon, Van' in these nice sets |
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So let our word shine like we iced it |
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For ma familia, gotta keep it righteous |
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And for me Rassa cuz they don't like us |
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They try to hold me down but you know we gon rise up |
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Open your eyes, betta.. hope with them guys up |
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Who's got the flow to overthrow before your times up? |
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Enemy or friend, better make your mind up |
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.9 millimeter, pan ready got 'em lined up |
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Even though time's tough, we stay mind tough |
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Yeah, you know where to look if you want to find us |
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Just follow the crowd and get into the line up |
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Cuz you could get it - all you gotta do is sign up |
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(Chorus 1: Notch) |
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Before you cross the border |
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Betta have your shit in order |
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Cuz now your spots is real playin so stayyyyy |
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It's a crazy world we live in |
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Gotta get it baby, fit in |
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Cuz you might find yourself, by yourself this way, so stayyyyy |
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(Red 1) |
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I yo meil, burrico reil |
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Et on a so coma in a de sequa a feit |
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Es a de calo, por savor |
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Bring the heat... |
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Aiyyo, your fucking with the wrong cat |
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Who got the bomb rap lookin like a long gat |
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Sippin on Congac and Banjo - we on that |
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Feelin no contact, lockin it down like record company contracts |
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Cuz they broad cats, bug it, blood clot that |
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All on my nuts, they need to get off that |
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(Sazon Diamante) |
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We ain't across the battle, whether to choose God to the devil |
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I live it up revolutionary as a rebel |
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With a cause to enlighten my people, that's primary |
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And everything after that is classified secondary |
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Could we go on? If we ain't strong, I doubt it |
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For now, I put the problems away, I'm really crowded with stress |
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So I go and drink away the pain |
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Pass me the mic, ain't a club, so watch the rain and be free |
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(Chorus 2: Notch) |
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Before you cross the border |
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Betta have your shit in order |
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Cuz now your spots is really playin so stayyyyy |
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It's a crazy world, crazy world, crazy world |
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It's a crazy world we live in |
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Gotta get it baby, fit in |
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Cuz you might find yourself, by yourself this way, so stayyyyy |
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(Misfit) |
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Where you at? To my people on the concrete rolling that |
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To them people on your block like strolling when? |
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You get 'em live start smoking man |
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This shit be like damn, you can't hold it man |
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So I drop it like it's hot when I blow an en |
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Cancel "Friends", this sound when I load an en |
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Cuz the trigger pulls every clip before a hand |
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So ease wit it when you load my clip before you stand |
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Blast your speaker, head leaking when it hit the meter |
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Scorpio sting lethal bars at your tweeter |
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And ya heard this new shit set to freak ya |
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And get ya off, like you smoking reefer |
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Yo, yo, giving you some more of that |
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I'm up in the cut, just moving like a running bat |
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So when I holla shifts, you better send it back |
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I touched on it in the zone with a paper stack |
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(Chorus 1) |
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(Notch harmonizes until end) |