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(Featuring Sauce Money/Memphis Bleek/The Game) |
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[Intro: DJ KaySlay] |
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Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King |
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I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money |
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Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast |
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And from the West, I got my nigga Game |
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All you bitch-ass niggaz, y'all better fall the **** back |
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Y'all know how this shit is about to go down |
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Yo homie, what's your name? |
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[Sauce Money] |
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My name is Money, that much is true |
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Listen up, this what I'm gon' do |
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I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger |
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I hit you with the tec-9, lil' nigga |
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Look at him - red as a muh'****er |
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Hah! Dead as a muh'****er |
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Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda |
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Been there Bleek, too late, you missed it |
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Cock back my biscuit |
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Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it |
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Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego |
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I got a big ol' Eagle |
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Gotta give the people |
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Not a ****in chance to see you inside the sequel |
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Son I stay stuck in rude |
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So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this ****in dude!" |
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You know'm sayin Memph'? |
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Brooklyn what's up? |
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Got to take this shit back |
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Let's hit 'em with the hook son |
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[Chorus: Memphis Bleek] |
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Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump |
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Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt |
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All I know is my shit better bump |
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La la la la la-la la lahhhh |
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[Memphis Bleek] |
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What, yo yo. |
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You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right |
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Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype |
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They want leave with a G like Eas' |
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Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets |
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But - I dare a nigga act all crazy |
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The tec'll tear his back all crazy |
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And you know I stay bent off the Arme' |
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Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry |
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I rep - straight from the jacked M-P |
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If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E |
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But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce |
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And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report |
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Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught |
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I'll get your man tied and lost, **** the cost |
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Got a couple of my killers who stand by |
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And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by |
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Uhh, jeah, you know |
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Put this shit right back in the street, huh? |
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Brooklyn shit, Sauce |
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Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo |
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[Chorus] |
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[The Game] |
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Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior |
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Cali plates, I'm that serious |
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Niggaz think the kid a joke |
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'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes |
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Homie I bring the drama (drama) |
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Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas |
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Nigga I ain't easy son |
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But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son |
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I'm a B-L-double-O-D |
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Hardest nigga since S-N-double-O-P |
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And all this beef got blood in my eye |
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Aftermath mother****er, you could love it or die |
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Keep Dre name out your mouth boy |
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Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys |
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I'm a "Menace," **** Kane and O-Dog |
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Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg |
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I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin) |
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They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a **** about dyin? |
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And the day Jay retire |
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I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro: DJ KaySlay] |
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Yeah you bitch-ass mother****ers |
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"Hands on the Pump" |
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**** around, find yo' ass slump |
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One hitta quitta, yes [gunshots] |
