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[ verse 1:triple seis ] |
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Yo, i'ma lay the law with a.k.'s or metaphors |
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Make way for the ghetto roar, these days i set it off |
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Y'all hardcore, that's why i batter you all |
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Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fad ??? |
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Terror squad to my death, tombstone on my chest |
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With the chrome in the vest, alone or with t.s. |
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I'ma rep it, i'm a dominican, now you accept it |
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It's like you seen death and chose the lord as the shepherd |
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You sceptical, niggas on the block ain't respectin you |
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Checkin you, ain't gonna stop when they deckin you |
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Who gon' dock you? i'm comin at you like a tackle |
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To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo |
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Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt |
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Click at a herb when i spit a clip and rip through your shirt |
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I'm the worst of the beast, put my work on the streets |
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Do the work with the heat, don't make me burst through your meat |
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[ chorus ] |
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I kill alive for my twin |
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Bust ill and do the time for my twin |
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Trust that it's real |
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And he'll be at my side at the end |
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I got guns that'll silence your men |
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We bust off and let the [violence]begin |
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Aight then |
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[ verse 2: triple seis ] |
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Yo yo, seis come off with a thunderous start |
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Punish niggas from the heart, rip a niga from the sparks |
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Of the glizze, leave a nigga clapped on _rap city_ |
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I'm strapped with the mac milli, you wack as ??? |
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It ain't hard to scrap, my squad's the vanguard of rap |
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Love to guard your back in the biz, the triz in the back |
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Flamboyant, never givin a slack |
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I jam joints when i live on a track |
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Ran point when they gave me the mac |
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I'm on fat, never lack the realness |
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I sing that b.j. ( *sirens* ) killer ill shit |
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And still rock a nigga, i'm out to be real rich |
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You feel this, shaper than a tooth pain |
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Double-deuce pain |
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My verse take aim, blow your fame |
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With a burst of flames |
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Ain't nothin changed, i die in this game |
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Take the stand and the blame for my man |
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I carry the name revenge |
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Terror squad in begets carved on my chain |
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Yeah |
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Terror squad |
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Triple seis, baby |
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Up and comin, son |
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I'm comin for all that shit, son |
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The crown and all that |
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Knawmean? |
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I rep n.y. - the boogie down, baby |
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L.v., r.c. |
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[name]crew |
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Terror squad, baby |
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This is how we do |
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1-9-9-9, baby |
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Triple seis backwards |
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Feel it |
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We gon' ride nigga, ride nigga, ride nigga |
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You gon' die nigga, die nigga, die nigga |
