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Yeah, keep that, huh what a mess |
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Yeah, I see you |
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Yeah, I was blessed with some clarity right? |
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I'ma sit back, tell you niggaz what I been lookin' at, huh |
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Y'all niggaz is killin' me |
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You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin' me? |
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I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who |
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I'm only concerned with music, and who break through |
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Fuck you, for thinkin' platinum is the ultimate goal |
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These faggot niggaz gettin' they money, but losin' they soul |
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I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background |
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No backbones, you get no chance to back down |
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Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips |
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Changin' whips out so they can look richer |
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I see the big picture, startin' in the kitchen |
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With bricks and Pyrex pots, the wide screen edition |
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Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc |
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They have to die, come back three times to see them white folks |
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Take notes, 'cause you will be tested |
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Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons |
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I feel you, rap niggaz, fuckin' it up |
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Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin' the cut |
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For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin' weight |
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See they networks and blueprints on hip hop tapes |
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Johnny Law catchin' on, soakin' up the game |
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How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? |
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Stupid grown men playin' cops and robbers |
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Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla |
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What a mess |
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And Ruff up, the motherfuckin' House |
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Hope y'all niggaz hearin' this right |
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We, we gon', we, we gon' win |
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What a mess |
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And Ruff up, the motherfuckin' House |
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Y'all niggaz hearin' this right |
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We, we gon', we, we, gon' win |
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Look at what we leavin' behind |
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We back at square one, ridin', with nuttin' to ride fo' |
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Dyin' for nuttin' worth dyin' fo' |
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The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with 'Eyes Wide Shut' |
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Save mine up, 'cause nothin' ever last forever |
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Never nothin' out of my reach, we blast whoever |
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I can split a muh'fucker from his ass to his last thought |
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Shit talk, then stomp through the asphalt |
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It's yo' fault we tow-truck for your outline |
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In due time, you'll find, the world is mine |
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So I listen to the rhetoric, jealousy and the ignorance |
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Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant |
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God blessed me with a chin |
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And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave your face in |
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So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue |
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They only got a few of us let, huh |
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What a mess |
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And Ruff up, the motherfuckin' House |
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Y'all niggaz hearin' this right |
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We, we gon', we, we gon' win |
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What a mess |
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And Ruff up, the motherfuckin' House |
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Y'all niggaz hearin' this right |
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We, we gon', we, we gon' win |
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Now it's two thousand and two, where kids do |
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Whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true |
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Wanna take another life like it's the thing to do |
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Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin' red white and blue baby |
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Designer drugs, pimps and thugs |
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Can't shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs |
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One day it's gon' all make sense, 'til then |
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Use your brains and your strength it's your best defense, c'mon |
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And Ruff up, the motherfuckin' House |
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Hope y'all niggaz hearin' this right |
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We, we gon', we, we gon' win |
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What a mess |
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And Ruff up, the motherfuckin' House |
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Y'all niggaz hearin' this right |
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We gon', we, we gon' win |
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What a mess |
