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[Master P](talking) |
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What's up niggas? |
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I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga |
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We drop shit anytime we want to huh |
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Fell this nigga |
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It's real (explosion) [Verse one] |
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Flippin' the the game |
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Niggas that got that 'cane |
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Murder Mr. |
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Dopeman still in this rap game |
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It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven |
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Rest in peace 2 |
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Pac from Master |
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P, doin' 2-11s 187 |
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Khadafi, murder |
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Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters |
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If you fuck with this |
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TRU clique |
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Nigga you gettin' your wig spilt |
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Who run this gangster rap? (No Limit runnin' this!) |
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It's 'bout to be it 187 |
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Khadafi Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics |
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Still makin scrilla |
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Your neighborhood drug dealer |
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Ice cream slaingin' |
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Tattooed up real nigga |
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In the rap game pushin' quarters |
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Flippin' the water, from |
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Texas to Florida |
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Choppin' game to the knuckleheads |
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And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chichenheads |
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Down south hustlin', to the west coast |
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Got nigga choppin' game, |
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I mean this rap shit in to dope |
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Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit |
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Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques |
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But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game or drop a hit on the wrong man? ' |
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Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas |
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Now it's a war zone, in this rap game (Chorus) |
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But they can't stop us |
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TRU niggas |
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They can't stop us |
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TRU niggas |
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They can't stop us |
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TRU niggas |
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They can't stop us |
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TRU niggas [Verse 2] ' |
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Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other niggas in line |
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With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all |
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Running from the one time not mines |
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Posted up, hostin' up like |
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SOLDIERS! |
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Down south huster, throwin' bolders |
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Ready to block like a football player |
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Got these 17 rounds |
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FOR Y'ALL |
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HATERS So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit |
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And jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit |
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Killer, murder topics |
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Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it |
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Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin' |
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Nigga down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax |
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Into traps |
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Got Beats by the |
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Pound like niggas slaingin' sacks |
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In the 'hood, up to no good |
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Got niggas bout it, |
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From Baton |
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Rouge to St. |
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Louis To Cincinnati |
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Got niggas lined up in |
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Atlanta like addicts |
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Gotta have this gangster shit |
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This real shit > |
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From this motherfuckin' |
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TRU clique |
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Ain't givin' up, living raw |
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And if we die, |
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FUCK IT, sell my 'dro |
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To the next gangster nigga |
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Rest in peace |
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Easy-E., but |
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I'm out here makin' |
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SCRILLA! So fuck y'all white laws |
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And y'all motherfuckin'..... |
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POLICE CAR |
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S!! Comin' through with gangsters and killers |
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LONG like the motherfuckin' drug dealer '97 to 2000 |
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A.D. little kids wanna be me ' |
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Cause I'm bout it, |
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I'm rowdy |
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The government and the press, them motherfuckers want me outtie |
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For runnin' my own shit |
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Niggas sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents |
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Break bread |
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Don't you know 15 percent of what you made? |
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You a sucker, a clucker |
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So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop motherfuckers |
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And stay true to the gizzame |
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Be about your paper, nigga fuck the fizzame |
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Third ward nigga, runnin' the hill |
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It ain't no limit to this gangster shit, blunt smokes and keepin' it real |
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Y'all can't stop us |
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TRU niggas |
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Y'all can't stop us |
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TRU niggas |
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Y'all can't stop us |
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TRU niggas ' |
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Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more |
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TRU niggas [Slikk The Shocker] |
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Bitch it be |
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Slikk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate |
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Fast like a |
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Mazzeroti |
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Crime boss like |
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John Gotti |
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Look into their face, niggas afraid of me |
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Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me ' |
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Cause I flow like water |
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Run shit like |
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Ki-jana Carter |
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Tell 'em, |
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I'mma be there watch (???) like the |
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French Quarter |
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Down for whatever |
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Bow down nigga never |
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Buck like a |
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Beretta Wet you up like bad weather |
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Got fangs like a cobra |
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Now I got |
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Range like a rover |
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You don't fuck with us whether you fucked up like a hangover |
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From the city where busters lie |
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From the city where suckers die |
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Make way for |
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P and Silkk, two of the baddest motherfuckers alive |
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Bitch it's your time |
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BITCH I want the whole nine |
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Bust one line, and make niggas change their whole rhyme |
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I'm the Shocker |
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Yeah, I got them |
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It's TRU motherfuckers, and y'all can't stop us |
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And it's on (explosion) |
