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[big punisher] |
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Don't even move a muscle |
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Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle |
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Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle |
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Let me see you sweat, follow the leader through the streets of death |
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Piece the bits together till you come up wit at least a brick |
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Then we can flip that, sip henny and kick back |
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Chit-chat real quick, how we gon' split that |
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I suggest that we bubble it all |
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Cop a bundle of raw, start small, see if we can double the score |
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I stumble across my share of obtsacles |
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Staring death dead in the opticals |
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Cuz i'm never scared of the impossible |
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Ask the rasta dudes if our gonga ain't the tightest |
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Ask the pasta dudes if our china ain't the whitest |
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And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus |
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If you see one in the hospital you could bet it was violence |
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That's the science, my alliance is terror squad |
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If there's a god, show me sign so i can share my scars |
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Chorus [prospect] |
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We in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype |
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Better get it right or get deaded on sight |
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So take flight, make one mistake and pay twice |
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Cuz shit is trife, lose your life just tryin to break night |
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We in for life, under the lights but i'm outta sight |
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When i write sometimes i wonder if it's outta spite |
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I like livin on the edge, sippin strippers at the wedge |
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Sharin spritsers, gettin head, it's the life we live |
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[triple seis] |
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Play the corners at night, away from the fortunate lifes |
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For the gunplay, thugs auction the heist |
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Slugs put you in a coffin for life |
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It's bug how they put you on ice |
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For the love, the money ain't right |
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Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night |
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Stiff as a dick, told you when to quit from this shit |
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Got hit, cuz you was quick to split loot wit ya bitch |
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Get a coupe and a six, but never troop in the mix |
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It seems foul, ? niggas while the cream pile |
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Didn't give a fuck, talkin tough 'look at me now' |
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Shockin the world, should've been on top of your girl |
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She gon' do you in, turn around and rock your world |
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For petty dough, niggas on the streets already know |
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You about to go, movin on your block just to stop the flow |
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We about to blow, step up in rank |
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Step off the bank, niggas done fucked up to think |
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Chorus |
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[prospect] |
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Aiyyo i hold the pain, like my body was numb wit novacaine |
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No one can fold the name, terror squad a soldier game |
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Already know the game, prospect the quote of fame |
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Touch up a older dame, and confirm the motor train |
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My vocals'll slow your brain |
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I'm comin at you like a boa-crane |
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Even through the cold and rain, i penetrate through all weather |
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Eliminate who you call better |
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It's all 'shut up shut up', i'll leave your car wet up |
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[cuban link] |
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Set it off, we all together, gettin cheddar livin better |
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Sippin amarettos, whippin the vette instead of a jetta |
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Dead up, never let up bet up, we settle vendettas |
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Ghetto dwellers, y'all better duck when i let off the beretta |
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Hit em up, yet i'm the terror that america wants dead |
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A blunt head turnin punks red when i pump lead |
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I stomp a hole through your chest |
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Grab your soul, mold ya flesh |
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Hold ya breath cuz your next stop is death |
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Chorus |
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[fat joe] |
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Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me? |
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See you niggas creepin over there |
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Thinkin y'all niggas could cut corners, get around |
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Nigga this is the mothafuckin t-squaders |
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We will buy you mothafuckas, simple as that |
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So-called mothafuckin rap killas, rap pimps |
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Niggas is bitches to me, simple as that |
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Mothafuckin terror squad |
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Since the mothafuckin early 80's until |
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What! you better ask somebody |
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This the real shit here, no one realer!! |
