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One love, one love, one thug |
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One nation, twenty-one gun salute |
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I'm hopin' my true mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed |
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To the truest shit I ever spoke |
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Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots |
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Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops |
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This little nigga named NaS thinks he live like me |
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Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital took five like me |
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You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit |
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We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet |
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Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out |
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Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth |
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Peep me, I take this war shit deeply |
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Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me |
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Puffy let's be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves |
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Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug |
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You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want |
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But you and I know what's going on |
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Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back |
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Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that |
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All you old rappers trying to advance |
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It's all over now, take it like a man |
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Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick |
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Tryin' to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick |
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Let it be known this is how you made me |
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Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy |
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Against all odds, hopin' my thug mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed |
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To the truest shit I ever spoke |
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Against all odds, hopin' my true mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent |
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Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing |
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Listen while I take you back and lace this rap |
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A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack |
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Knew he was workin' for the feds, same crime, different trials |
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Nigga, picture what he said and did I mention |
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Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time |
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I know you bitch niggas is listenin', The World Is Mine |
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Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up |
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Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up |
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Touch one of mine on everything I own |
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I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga |
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All out warfare, eye for eye |
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Last words to a bitch nigga, "Why you lie?" |
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Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front |
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Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck |
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**** the rap game, nigga this M O B |
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So believe me we enemies |
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I go against all odds, I'm hopin' my true mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed |
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To the truest shit I ever spoke |
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Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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Against all odds |
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Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact |
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He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride 'em for that |
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And that nigga that was down for me, restin' dead |
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Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead |
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Probably be murdered for the shit that I said |
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I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead |
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Lord listen to me |
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God don't like ugly, "It was written" |
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Hey NaS, your whole damn style is bitten |
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You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers |
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All my runin's with authorities, felonious capers |
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Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer NaS? |
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Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies |
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Load em up against the wall, close his eyes |
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Since you lie you die, goodbye |
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Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me |
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What would you do if you was me nigga |
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Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed |
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To the truest shit I ever spoke |
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Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true mother****ers know |
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote |
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Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed |
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To the truest shit I ever spoke |
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Against all odds |
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One love to my true thug niggas |
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Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty |
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Representin' to the fullest bein' soldiers with military minds |
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that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute |
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I salute you my niggas, stay strong |
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I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you |
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To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin' for you |
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Against all odds, I don't care who the **** you is, nigga |
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You touch me I'm at you, I know you mother****ers think that I forgot |
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Hell no, I ain't forgot nigga, I just remember what you told me |
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You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me |
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Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war |
