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Yeah, yeah, check it out now |
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Run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever |
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We can die together |
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As long as |
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I send your maggot ass to the essence |
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I don't give a fuck about my presence |
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I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait |
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For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate |
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I'm lethal when |
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I see you, there is no sequel |
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Twenty-four seven, |
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Mac 11 is my people |
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So, why you wanna end your little life like this?' |
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Cuz now you bump heads wit kids that's lifeless |
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I live by the day only if |
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I survive the last night |
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Damn right, |
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I ain't trying to fight |
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We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor |
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My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore |
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Ways of action, |
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I grab the gat and |
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Ain't no turning back when |
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I start blasting |
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Pick up the handle and insert the potion |
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Cock the shit back in a calm like motion |
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No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger |
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Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born |
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I put the glock on you kid, now |
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I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew |
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Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do |
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You bucking me, |
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I'm bucking right back at you |
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I put the glock on you kid, now |
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I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew |
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Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do |
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You bucking me, |
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I'm bucking right back at you |
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Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from' |
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Cuz where |
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I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin' but the big guns |
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Around my way, niggaz don't got remorse for out of towners |
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Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder |
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The loud sounder, ear ringer |
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And I'ma point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers |
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You got a real ice grill but are you really real? |
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Step to the hill, then |
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I'ma test your gun skills' |
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Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile |
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You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle |
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But swing that bullshit this way |
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And I'ma make your visit to the bridge a muthafukin' short stay |
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Queensbridge, that's where |
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I'm fromThe place where stars are born and phony rappers get done |
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Six blocks and you might not make it through |
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What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you? |
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Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush |
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You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck |
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What the hell you smoking? |
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What the fuck possessed you |
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To come out your face? |
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Now I have to wet you |
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Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent |
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Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the |
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J-30'Cuz I put the glock on you kid, now |
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I got youYou got the heart to get busy without your crew |
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Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do |
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You bucking me, |
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I'm bucking right back at you |
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Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live |
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Rocking convertibles, drop tops and mad high? |
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Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team |
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Who's organize, all eyeballs is on cream |
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And your whole clique got nothin' but raw shit |
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Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks |
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Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable |
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In the jungle, banging |
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Nas, Mobb |
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Deep and Wu |
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There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons |
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Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns |
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You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in saran |
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Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand |
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Masked avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender |
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Get ninjaed on the island, plus the bridge, boy remember |
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My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling |
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The game got him bugging, |
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I tried to tell him, slow down cousin |
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But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects |
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But wit no doubt, shorty's out for his respect |
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But is his brain insane from the lye |
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From smoking that 118, [Incomprehensible] |
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Why, a nigga just died last week |
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As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street |
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But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac |
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His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back |
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But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed |
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Wit a firepack, don't even go there, 'cuz it ain't like that |
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Slow down baby, he said, "What, you trying to play me?" |
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You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me |
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Then he was |
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Swayze, the shot must of dazed me |
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Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy |