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*sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot* [Master P] |
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Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! |
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He heh Master |
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P and Treach, nigga |
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It's all family baby |
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Get them Naughty boys, |
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I got the |
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No Limit Soldiers |
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And when we posse up, these niggaz gon' pay us |
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Chorus: Phiness, (Mystikal) |
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I thought |
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I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?) |
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You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?) |
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We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's GET EM!) |
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Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's GET EM!) [Vinnie] |
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With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face in the place for anybody not payin-on-time |
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Rather be up in a six foot cell before |
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I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine |
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And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this |
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I know niggaz are so scandalous |
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The ones I bust |
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I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit |
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I thought somebody told you, |
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BOY Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys |
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You're ****in with sixteen styles over sixteen bars |
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Sixteen car man entourage |
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And when we get things started, |
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I'm the hardest artist |
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Styles I flips retarded |
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Family who can handle this |
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From Illtown to |
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S.E. to Los |
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Angeles Chorus [Treach] |
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Hear the tale, of the n' |
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Illtown O. |
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G., better know me |
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Shape the gold teeth, |
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CD be, bring the clip shells and |
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Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me and down to scrap, raise em from that |
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True tradition, |
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RAISE EM U |
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P, and gangsta bitches that'll blaze them butts, don't play for **** |
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Now we had a dealer knock off joints, |
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Julie's jackin with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga) |
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You backed out, |
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I ****in W |
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ITNESSED it |
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And have partners have to split shit with (Nah, pay me now, bust it) |
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At sundown see |
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I went on work |
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I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat |
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Watch a thug rock, slugs pop |
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With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots |
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He better pay me like he postin bail or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail |
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Chorus [Mystikal] |
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Don't look now, but |
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I'M BACK!! |
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Now give me all my props again |
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I gotta kick your mother****in ass for steppin on my |
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MOCASSINS!! |
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We blended with |
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Treach and |
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Vinnie from |
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Naughty By |
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Nature It's |
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Mystikal with |
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Silkk the |
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Shocker and 'nem |
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No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!! |
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Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!! |
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No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin |
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I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak |
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I'ma gon' get me started |
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WRASSLIN!! |
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Turnin and tusslin |
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Clutchin and musclin |
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I saw myself the demons when |
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I'm BUSTIN |
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THEM If you wanna live you wouldn't |
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**** WITH |
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THEM Don't |
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**** WITH |
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THEM [Silkk the Shocker] |
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Ha hah, don't **** with them, look |
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Nigga, I keep a tight show, |
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Luciano type dough |
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Feature Al |
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Capone's way out nigga, |
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I got that type of flow |
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Don't floss, if it ain't yours |
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See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.." |
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Get the picture like |
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Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours |
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Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors |
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Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat |
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Bitch I'm made now, |
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I can't even much touch no mo' |
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**** the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines |
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Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch cause |
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I'm like one of a kind |
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From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard? |
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I gotta eat, so |
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I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird .. |
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So y'all better have what you owe me! |
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By sundown .. |
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Or else I'ma get |
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Mystikal, |
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Naughty By |
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Nature, my boys and 'nem .. |
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We gonna get y'all! |
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Chorus |
