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First off the snitch and that identity he claim |
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**** Dre partial, and emineim |
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Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them |
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And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again |
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And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then |
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Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren |
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Teacher be scared of death of them muderin' |
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Niggaz that like to put holes through chins' |
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In case y'all don't know about my savages |
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They'll kidnap you kid's, put em over a bridge |
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Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S |
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you just lay down slow |
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I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go |
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I think 'Big' as if I was wanted on deathrow |
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We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious |
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Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit |
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[Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child] |
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[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change |
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[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die |
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[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change |
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[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin' |
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[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change |
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[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha' |
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[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change |
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[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die |
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[Verse 2: Black Child] |
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As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats |
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I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap |
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I'll probably go to jail fo' sending '50' to hell |
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If I lay banks down yayo going down |
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Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown |
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Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells |
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'IG' nigga the boss of all bosses |
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making money off music, murder, and torture |
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Who got what it cost for a coffin |
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Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion |
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We organized crime everybody's crying |
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While all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin' |
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Down the public, wanna polly about peace |
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Well **** peace cause this nigga half police |
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And Black child is half man half beast |
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And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Young Merc] |
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It's time to address the public |
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niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin' |
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Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin' |
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When you dealin' with real gangstas |
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that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man |
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Whenever we see you we leaving you there |
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And ain't no aftermath when our shot's flare |
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Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's |
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And ain't shit change |
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I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga |
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[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] |
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You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off |
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And everybody you with gonna jet the **** off |
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You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce |
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D' plays no games, pop the **** off |
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O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the **** off |
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everybody know you block is buzzed off |
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We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball |
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Bangin on Crenshaw |
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[Chorus X2] |
