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yeah uh, GangStarr |
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Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on |
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living legends, ya heard me? |
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yeah uh yo uh |
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I got seven Mac 11's about eight .38 |
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Nine nines, Mac 10's |
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man this shit never end |
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Even if the apple won't spin |
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I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin |
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Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\" |
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But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen |
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I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky |
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An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me |
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Can't stop me everytime official |
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Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you |
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\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured |
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Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures |
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And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock |
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Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got |
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We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top |
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Even if the old ladies love to call the cops |
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I got guns |
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You got, he got, they got |
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M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns |
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Big ones, extra large heat |
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Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat |
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Pop in a heart beat |
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Keep the cannon in my reach |
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Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach |
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We keep them damn thangs full of hollows |
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And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace |
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Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco |
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You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco |
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Brownsville deep in my genes |
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I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ |
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We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down |
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Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow |
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Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit |
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We got guns |
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We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) |
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Crazy ill, man rowdy |
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I gots it locked |
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Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock |
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But only if you feel this shit |
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We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) |
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Crazy ill, man rowdy |
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I gots it locked |
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Bringin the noise, bringin the funk |
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Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun |
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I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns |
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Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam |
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Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan |
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Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak |
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You're too dumb to play your position so unique |
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I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets |
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GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep |
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And even if you had a thought to move on us |
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Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust |
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Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin |
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You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket |
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Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary |
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It's only customary |
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It's you we got to bury |
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We'll dead your homo thug network |
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Head shots make your head jerk |
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My marks-men/man on the roof, he's an expert |
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Who got a problem? It's already been established |
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I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage |
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Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average |
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Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA |
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It's always some shit but it's always a clip |
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to re-route your doubts and see what you about |
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Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch |
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We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) |
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Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen |
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You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit |
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And you deserve a hole |
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in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix |
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on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers |
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Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over |
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Keep in mind whatever the nine spit |
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It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch |
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We got guns |