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[Intro] |
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In the year 2000... |
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(M-O-P) still bangin |
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(Firing Squad!) |
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(The last generation...) |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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All right let me brake it down one for time for you |
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You motherfuckers |
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Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y. |
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N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-A |
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And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck |
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Bitch don't get in my way |
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Fuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace |
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Fight along with the shell aces |
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Holler if you hear me |
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I turn your head into a skeleton skull |
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And leave it hollow if you hear me |
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I keep it funky, understand me son |
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I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run |
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Niggas see Lil' Fame creep thru the back street |
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With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat |
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What the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cute |
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But I'm hear to fuck up your day do |
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Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo |
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I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin |
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[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] |
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International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer |
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Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger |
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We here with the whole squad, First Family empire |
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Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call |
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International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer |
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Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger |
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We here with the whole squad, First Family empire |
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Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call |
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[Billy Danze] |
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Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? |
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B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) |
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Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer |
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Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer |
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Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin be |
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Just make it loud and clear |
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Come here nigga, I can't hear nigga |
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I'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga) |
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You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic |
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Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit |
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I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) |
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Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) |
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Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin |
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At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like |
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We burn pipes, it's over |
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[Chorus] |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system |
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Nigga feel me, I want my goons |
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Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli |
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Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shit |
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Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit |
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(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son |
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We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) |
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Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker |
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[Billy Danze] |
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Aiyo we live by the code of the streets |
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Move wit our peeps |
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Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep |
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I put my life on the line every step of the way |
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It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course |
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Okay, now that we establish that |
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Nigga where the fuck that money at |
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I know you got it, and I want it Jack |
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Just give me half of that |
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Take the other half and get yourself another pack |
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And I'll be back for that |