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Yo Tre', you gon' spot me or what? |
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Let the games begin |
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Jah 5'9", where you at? |
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Round one (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!) |
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Yeah, real niggas on the prowl, HOO! |
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You's in the presence of wolves, let go your goods |
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I smell your blood in my neck of the woods |
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Fuck around with us and get found on your neck in the woods |
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Give him respect in his hood, don't mess with his crew |
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Niggas be, salty as pretzels when I'm in the Lex' and it's movin |
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Invadin and steppin in my shoes is a definite intrusion |
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I'm exceptionally cool, never expect to be under pressure |
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Or rescued, definitely only sweat in the booth |
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I'm officially fuckin you up with, nuttin but wit |
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A blizzard is frozen, hidden under the clothin |
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Listen, you lyrical nothin you, you touchin who? |
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When it was wrote, you spit it, you thought you ripped it you loved it |
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It's like, the sun is above us when the wrist is uncovered |
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Like, all you gon' spit is blood or kick is the bucket |
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Like, ninety-nine percent of you niggas that rhyme SUCK! |
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This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck |
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Yo, yo you fuck-head niggas ain't makin gangsta music |
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I make music for gangstas, it's therapeudic |
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You wild out to it, let the guns go too |
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Spittin out, skeet out, smoke a blunt to it (ERRR!) |
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Fake niggas don't dare, it's too real |
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Have you doin drive-bys on my command, NOW KILL! (UHH!) |
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Go on, sniff the chi-chi, rock along with me |
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It goes - guns, murder murder live in Rock City |
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You knowwww - don't let you get beside yourself |
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It's just a, terrible thing to just lose your health |
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Look wrong, don't speak, just lose your wealth |
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That's the truth baby boy - shhh, quiet as kept |
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They games we play, official titty bars and rims |
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Blowin money on pussy, you can probably steal |
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Drink so much alcohol, shit, liver like steel |
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That's they way that I am; light, slim but still |
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I feel the heat around the corner but I can't see smoke |
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Feel it comin in the night, no lights no coats |
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They say it's cold out here, I know how that feel |
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No help when you down, well reality ill |
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See the life and the lights on connected with crime |
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Wanna bang out these rhymes but can't say street times |
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What you about the struggle of what Cut go through? |
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When niggas tryin to grind, what won't they do? |
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It's do or die baby, y'all all alone |
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No hoes, just your soul, and a heart this cold |
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Gotta, stay away; don't let your, spirit break |
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More, moves to make might not, be your fate |
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Get Cut Throat on these pussies, that's the ride I took |
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Last gangsta left standin in a room full of crooks |
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If it's poppin come the fuck on, let's handle this now |
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My soliders stratigize, that's how we get down |
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Look at my life, I'm dead, gunshots over my head |
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I - sleep on the streets, gunshots over my bed |
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Carryin unnecessary weight, envy and hate |
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X-Government Agent, enemy of the state |
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Death, covers the pavement, tecs under your waist |
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Limited aim, unlimited range, niggas erase |
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Slow down, you gettin on now, your name is mentioned |
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In and outta the game, fame done stained your vision |
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As light shines you niggas just write rhymes |
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Confined in light time combined with mental dead bitches |
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The black man just tryin to get ahead witchu |
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Open your eyes 'fore some dumb nigga with lead hits you (uhh) |
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I speak peace cause peace is relevant |
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Continuous struggle for betterment, war with inner self |
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Fightin with the inner beast, wantin whores and cuties |
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That shows around the globe during my time of duty |
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Devils can't kill me, niggas can't stop me |
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Listen and learn, witness the return of the mock D |
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Death is a funny thing - you can die, bein broke |
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Or you can die from the drama that gettin money bring |
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AH-ROO! Mic's up, lights out |
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Real niggas on the prowl |
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Still drink if it ain't mines |
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(Real niggas) Throw up drinks like gang signs |
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Mic's up, lights out |
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Yeah, r-real niggas on the prowl |
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Still drink if it ain't mines |
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(Real niggas) Throw up drinks like gang signs |
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Yeah, X-Gov, Tre' Little |
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Cha Cha, B.O., 5'9", yeah |
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Yo, CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO! |
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Yeah yeah, Wall Street, yeah yeah yeah |
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Yo, yo, real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs |
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AH-ROO! Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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Drink if it ain't mines |
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Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs |
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Mic's up, lights out |
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Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!) |
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AH-ROO! |