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Hahahahahaha |
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Now it's about to be talked about [Afu-Ra] |
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You're gettin slapped by my grammar |
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Vocals like a hammer, with roots from |
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Alabama I'm under cover, make moves like no other |
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In dark alleys, you're gettin opened from your belly |
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I rock spots for blocks, |
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I knock you inna skelly |
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I know you're jelly, because |
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Fame, Billy & |
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I be Ma******n out crews of bad dudes for nothin |
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Or cuz they frontin, they corny style, |
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I show 'em somethin |
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A buck fifty ear to ear smash and fear |
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I'm scrubbin down, this hip hop ******t's infested |
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Too many ******s sexin the mic, they not protected |
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Don't get infected, like a child that's been molested |
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The surgeon general rap ******t just hit your section |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me |
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It's picture perfect, blaze your mind like it's chronic |
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Cause M.O. |
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P. and Afu- |
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Ra, ******ts bionic [Chorus] |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me [Lil Fame] |
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Brownsville slugger, put it on, come on, bring it on |
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It's a new way for this hip hop ******t, sing a long |
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Who it is, nah ****** the question is, what it is |
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It's that back yard bangin ******t, that |
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I rocked for the kids |
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Clack clack, move son |
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I got nothin to lose son |
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There's a million and one ways to die, choose one |
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Hit or miss, it won't matter to peel yo ass |
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I'm still left with a million ways to kill yo ass |
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Now Afu-Ra split em in half with the sword |
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You heard it from yours truly, chairman of the board |
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Fizzy Womack, |
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I blow back they whole strap committee |
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We live and direct from |
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New York City |
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I'm a stretch a ******, so you better get your weapon |
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Stop yappin with ya ****** in your hand, and start steppin |
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Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare |
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This is war here, and we gettin it on all year, biatch [Chorus] |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me [Billy Danze] |
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Let's take a trip down burner bark lane |
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Where the innocent get slain |
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And what you will visualize will ruin your brain |
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A lot a blood sweat & tears, pain |
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Nobody stop a murder, as a dealer does his mutha****** thing |
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Bang bang, just like that, the man'll slit up on you |
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And put two under your hat and as you lay flat, just another ****** whacked |
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Before he stepped, he threw three through your chest through your back |
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And your outta here, lights out, game over |
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You said you wanted to live life as a soldier |
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I told ya, we gon' shake the grounds, a lot of ups and downs |
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We on force, to run a crash course, and blast off rhymes |
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And of course we have emotions inside, yeah |
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That's just some ******t that we been trained to hide |
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You hear, be cautious, ****** walk slow |
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Talk low, this ain't no mutha****** talk show, this is [Chorus] |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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It's warfare, against any that come up on me |
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Even in your dreams asleep you couldn't do me [Outro] |
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Fire!! |
