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Yeah, yeah, right back niggaz, huh |
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Yeah, that bounce we need ya know |
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Marcy, where we at, huh? Right here |
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Let me hear some new shit, yeah, niggaz |
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Just Blaze, you a muhfucker wit' these beats |
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Boy, let me hold it down though, yo |
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Let the hood know, that Bleek ain't changed |
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Anywhere in the world, I don't tuck the chain |
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And I walk like, yeah, I need the cane |
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But dawg, that's the shorty, trust me I ain't playing |
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War, I'm ready for it to go there |
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Anybody that know me know I love when it go there |
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Dawg, and yeah, that's wassup |
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Four dimes, all mine nigga, that's wassup |
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Yeah, wifey wanna curse me out |
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You won't get me |
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'Cause the chain's like it's workin' out |
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But E's still wit' the Roc-A-Fella gang, hoe |
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Whole crew got cheese like mozzarella Mayne |
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Top come off, top stay on, whatever |
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Got rid of the five |
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I don't like the leathers niggaz |
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Six is better, more room |
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And there's more wood to cover my interior |
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This is war, enough of them words, we want war |
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You throw a couple of shots, we throw more |
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You gettin' that money, we got more |
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We got more, nigga, this is war |
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This is war, enough of them words, we want war |
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You throw a couple of shots, we throw more |
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You gettin' that money, we got more |
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We got more, nigga, this is war |
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I warned her, man, should not fear, man |
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If you violate, man, then you die by hand |
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And it should be fine, behanded that man |
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That man I am and you don't understand |
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But I hear the talking like, Bleek, where you been? |
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It's unfortunate, I'm in beef again, huh |
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Niggaz is rappin' and clappin' I'm still laughin' |
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Sat back in my hood and tried to live average |
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But you still want me to bang at 'em |
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Stack lil' paper, send a lil' gang at 'em |
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But I see you wanna stop my chill |
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Trips to Oddy Earth, meetings wit' Mc Neil |
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Or round table meeting wit' Hov |
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You want me in the hood, still over that stove |
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Nigga, I got soldiers in droves |
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It ain't nothing to a boss, we'll go in your clothes, nigga |
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This is war, enough of them words, we want war |
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You throw a couple of shots, we throw more |
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You gettin' that money, we got more |
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We got more, nigga, this is war |
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This is not for children, not for lames |
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Only for real niggaz that can feel what I'm saying |
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If it's too blatant then it's not for you |
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You do a hit, throw up later, it's not for you |
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So just quit you bitch, making me sick |
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You never pimped, you only friendly wit' chicks |
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And I've been away for a minute |
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Jay beat up the drum, now they whinin' like women |
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I'm right back, nigga, where you at, nigga? |
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Keep the Mac nigga, spit it like that nigga |
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And I tried to chill even though |
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I got to spit everyday like I ain't signed a deal, nigga |
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Mama's still in the hood, work steel in defense |
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I got a flow like I'm still on the bench, nigga |
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Got a delivery like Sunday's paper |
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I lay that down and I get that paper, nigga |
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This is war, enough of them words, we want war |
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You throw a couple of shots, we throw more |
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You gettin' that money, we got more |
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We got more, nigga, this is war |
