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*echo* |
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(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready) |
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(we made men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what, nigga? |
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(we--we been doin' this for years) |
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Y'all niggaz can't see this shit |
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Can't even **** with this track |
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(ain't nothin could stop us) |
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you know, on the corse of desperados |
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(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond |
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(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu |
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(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house |
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(before we bring in drama) |
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Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. word up. |
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(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit |
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(what we stand for) justice and equality |
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All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set |
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youknowwhati'msayin? |
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Hit them niggaz like that, yo |
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[babyface fensta] |
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It's the sinister, sick like clamidia |
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Burn like no vagina, your retina |
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Screwin like you hard, while i lick off your head |
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Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor |
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Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation |
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Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch |
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Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin |
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You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east |
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Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it |
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Shut the **** up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!) |
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From the '90's, so i never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu) |
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Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!) |
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Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses |
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(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence |
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Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me |
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**** around, you'll be pushin up daisies |
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Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa |
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Grab you up... ahhh! |
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[buddha monk] |
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Who's the killa? monk iodine |
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You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines? |
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Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find |
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Royal blood kin on your fetal line, i'm prepared to deal with fetal lines |
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Yo, check it out... |
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I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4 |
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You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door |
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Wait, i ain't finished yet with you so-called pros |
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You niggaz is packed like ****in compactors |
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I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor |
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The actual nist gets broke like a wish |
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And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows |
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Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept from sacred songs |
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The basics is first to hurts, so don't think ****in zu's could rest in dirt |
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The projects is to eject shop up yets |
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The center, niggaz are scared to enter in |
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It's buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber |
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[sha-cronz] |
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Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work |
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That show's benz and about a mil' i'm worth |
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Get higher than 10 kilohertz |
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Blank on tracks like hungry rodents |
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Rappers actin funny style and holdin |
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Frontin, posted up like bowlin |
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Pins rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke |
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Holdin a benz, i'm heavy on the neck |
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Pissin weights, can't risk kuwait |
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And objects, get these papes and escape |
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Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape |
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Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8 |
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Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you |
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Left dead, cops can't find a mother****in pistol |
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What? |
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[chorus (x2): buddha monk] |
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We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate |
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Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface |
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It's an mc's fate to test the zu's great |
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And we won't stop, until death is a bedmate |
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[buddha monk] |
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What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit |
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Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip |
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If i do it any way i wanna do it |
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Let me roast punks off this mother****in track that dumps |
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I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc |
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Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga please |
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I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d ****in up ya whole family |
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Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees |
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With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc |
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And if that's not enough, then i'll huff and i'll puff |
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And mack yo' mother****in ass down, now stay down, ya low down |
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Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound |
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And the cops can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down" |
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[babyface fensta] |
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What, niggaz, what? |
