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zuò cí : Alfonso, Duplesses, Jean ... |
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We gon send this out for every street DJ |
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This is somethin for the mix shows |
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Mix shows |
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You don' t wanna go outside |
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Because the thugs are outside |
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They bustin slugs outside |
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So you don' t wanna go outside |
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Let' s go |
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Uh, I' m outside lookin in |
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I could feel it through the wind |
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From the streets' shore |
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I could see the shark' s fin |
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They ain' t eat nuttin in a week |
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And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete |
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So run your juice |
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Pit bulls drew |
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They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof |
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Unless your bullet proofla what' s your affiliation |
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You just a rat handin out information |
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You wanna run and said Clef took my paper |
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Clef ain' t take your paper |
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Clef is just a narrator |
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Think I' m a singer |
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I' ma have you call a operator |
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911 now you breavin through a respiratior |
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All dat gunclappin yappin meet me outside |
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You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side |
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So think before you speak or blood is go leak |
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You shouldn' t have no problems understandin |
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I ain' t speakin Greek |
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I need a hundred grand |
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And I ain' t talkin bout no candy bar |
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Take over your strip like it' s Candahar |
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You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars |
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That concrete that' s under your feet gon land on hard |
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I got gooms that stand on guard |
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Post up waitin wit the toaster |
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Hit you from close up |
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Bare face |
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No black mask |
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No silencers |
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On the burners everybody hear da gat blast |
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Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators |
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I got power like generators |
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Slugs wit names on it |
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The message I send to haters |
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In my hood I' m know as a menace to neighbors |
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Me and my men for paper |
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We don' t fear the morgue |
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Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve |
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You can' t stop the shine |
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Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime |
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For real |
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The flows is death defyin |
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Act real and ya neck be flyin |
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Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan |
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Test the iron |
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And I show you a wall, cat |
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That' s filled wit bodies |
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See where your balls at, if you all dat |
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And I show a wall, cat, that' s filled wit bodies |
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And yours could be the next |
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Number 19, erased out the projects |
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I progress everyday I' m livin this life |
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I won' t stop till I' m buried, dog |
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I' m livin it right |
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Just gimme the price and I' m willin to take a chance |
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I keep it ass hard |
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Cause this sh in my pants |
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And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics |
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You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit |
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Don' t try to compare it |
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Just listen and love to hear it |
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And if it' s fire you know not to come near it |
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I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil |
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Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you |
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Check, G. O. D. put it down like it' s burnin hot |
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Execute you on the spot no warnin shot |
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Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block |
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First I kick in your door cause in war we don' t knock |
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I got no competition |
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Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror |
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Keep wishin |
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Keep fishin |
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Get a hundred and fifty stitches |
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Your last rights |
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Last meal |
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Last wishes |
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This is summin for the mix shows |
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They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable |
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Toast bottles in blue |
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The hydropronic goose |
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I spit ten words blow you to molecules |
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I' m under your skin cells and your hair follicles |
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It' s the jewel |
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Whatever I could see I could be |
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I saw hiphop became a MC |
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Then I saw the streets became a OG |
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Then I learn to see myself became G. O. D. |
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We get them packs off often |
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I' m on da block where it' s scorchin |
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The life that I live' ll make you nauseous |
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Most of our n gs see a coffin |
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Most of our měi ish see abortions |
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Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma |
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This is summin for the mix shows |
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Where you and your mama, grandmama, and greatgrandmama live out the same drama |
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Where you and your father, father' s fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow |
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I' m from United Snakes, the country of crime |
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The city look měi ish they changed the skyline |
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And it' s us against swine and they loosin they mind |
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In the van with my grind |
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And thirst to gimme time |
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I' ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine |
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My design' s undefined |
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I' m clearly one of a kind |
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It' s best you realize only the fittest survive |
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For cowards it' s suicide so don' t come outside |
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You don' t wanna come outside |
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Masquerade |
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Its Blaques outside |
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Fam and Prolific, we all outside |
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So you don' t wanna come outside |
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Refugee |
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Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ that ain' t getting no real radio airplay |
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You know I mean |
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That' s comin on the radio at one o' clock in da mornin |
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That got da streets on lock |
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This generation! |