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(Chorus x2: Buckshot) |
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I, stay real, never change, it's alotta suckas |
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Who runnin' this game, I'm bustin' them thangs |
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Hah, peace God, it's no peace, now |
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I'm here to tear the streets down, I'm here to eat now |
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(Buckshot) |
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Yo, on the block that I'm from |
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Late night is a hustle hour |
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Anything gets sold, weed, clothes, plus the powder |
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Let's take a stroll, see what we lookin' at |
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Niggaz used to cook up crack, now they learned to hat |
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2000 and up, what? Everybody got another |
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Scam to get a buck, Commander Lil' Buck |
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Well here I am, fam, damn |
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The pussy niggaz with powers, the ones |
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Who put the paper to the plan, so I take it to the fan |
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Police wears clothes the way I do it hand to hand |
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Plus I push the land cruise, with musc-lin' from the mobs |
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Who told me, God, build on what you got and praise the father |
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Perspect, I started the army, now we up and runnin' |
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Look, you dissed me yesterday when I was off |
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I'm on today, and now you up and coming |
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What a shame, that's what dollars do? |
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What makes you think when I get on, I'ma holla at you |
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You see how we do, you see how I dust this |
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Frontin' like you from the Ave, buster, bust this |
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Yo, it's the key to longevity |
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And I'ma show y'all niggaz why they all remember me |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(5FT.) |
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Full throttle, for ground water bottle |
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We about to celebrate it, like we just won the lotto |
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If, money for the makin' and money for the taking |
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Not to give a fuck less, about anybody who'se hatin' |
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I'ma conquer this mall, to conquer it all |
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And in a minute, I'm about to go bonker for y'all |
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I'm outta, control with it, where the darkest grow with it |
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With me and my militant mind, go head and blow with it |
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Take it to the top of the charts like 4th of July |
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Sparks, make sure my beats bark, meanin' the heat spark |
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Right or left, life or death |
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I give you everything I got, to my last breath |
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I, 718, Brooklyn to heart, the 5 and the beats from the dark |
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Te fever's unleashed from the start |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Buckshot) |
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Let's take another trip, see what we can find |
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A whole lotta niggaz, runnin' outta time |
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Everybody's scramblin' to get a hand in |
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Everybody throwin' bows, but nobody landing |
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My plan is, the fans and them, got to hear the new shit |
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From my mans and them, niggaz that I move with |
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What's the movement, first of all, eye on the night |
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The rest of y'all niggaz rely on the light |
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Light beats, light hooks, light beef and you shook |
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The rap game like the crack game, the streets is cooked |
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Believe me, that nigga sellin' you soap, we can tell |
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The way he keep the shit clean, that I'm sellin' you dope |
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So raw, so uncut, uh, you can smell it through the placid |
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That be that classic acid, black, move and pass it |
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For the masses to get, learn the lessons |
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When you wonder why ya asses is kicked |
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Check it, it's the key to longevity |
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And I'ma show y'all niggaz why they all remember me |
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(Chorus x4) |
