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Featuring The Lady Of Rage, Legacy] |
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(C-Style sample goes throughout the whole song: |
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\"Now that's some gangsta\") |
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Verse 1: |
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[The Lady Of Rage] |
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Now we gonna do what we do, uh |
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Rage and that Lowlife crew, uh |
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Break it on down for the mind, uh |
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Break it on down for the rhyme, ha |
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Ain't no ************t for my fa************on |
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On how I bake MC's like Alaska |
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King crap, it's to see Daz |
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put it on the ring, uh |
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They don't want to rock it |
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They don't wanna ****** around, |
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with Rage when I ****** up |
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Come in, ******' is human |
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Tell me what was you assuming |
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That Rage couldn't come with the full |
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I roll with the thunder |
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Put you straight under |
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Dodi, Diana, Princess |
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This woman's makin' wonders |
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They here to take hardest, regardless fools |
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Like Tray Deee, |
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I come down like bars to full |
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I got nothing to lose |
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I fill my war with booze |
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Too hard to ball, |
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so I could use to blues |
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When I cut the glass to blast |
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And break it down to up |
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And I ****** on they asses |
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Rage and Bad Azz |
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Two mother******' bad asses |
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Is ready makin' in me |
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Set yourself back while The Legacy continue |
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Verse 2: |
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[Legacy] |
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It's quite hard to make 'em stay |
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In mind while I rhyme |
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Everyday, |
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cause rhyme got no time to waste time |
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Now I'm a prime (?) |
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No need to blast this ************ |
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Right in his ass for a time |
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I came and this true game I maintain |
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Lowlife up in no strain |
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Got this arrow queen's brain |
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****** I made a little money |
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Got no cherish single buddy |
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******ed and honey |
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****, we played it |
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Just became it |
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We take it almost ready cause my ************t is lethal |
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And all I see will be my people |
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Livin' up deepful |
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For all my younger people |
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Do your thing and just ****** |
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Cause we ain't got home 'for the struggle |
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Verse 3: |
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[Bad Azz] |
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I got no gun, high |
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My life will end up |
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I life everyday |
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Got my life on ends but |
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I still got a little bit of hope for tomorrow |
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Finally have a little (?) |
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And for mine |
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I get around these punks now |
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And by rappers ain't achievin' |
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Like Francis' gun |
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Life backwards |
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Death's an unforbiddeble fact |
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And it's the ignorant ****** |
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That'll run up on the strap |
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I'm back |
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I do some amazing thing |
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And on the track like siesta |
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Plurt your brains |
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******, battle make you strong |
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Bangin' like this |
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Like put your name real small, |
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at the bottom of the list |
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I go get |
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And rhymin' like thinkin' bout death |
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There's no escape |
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No decisions to make |
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Ain't nothing left |
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The Legacy and Bad |
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The same page is for Rage |
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And little Lowlifes' smart |
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Like the world is our thing |
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Now that's that |
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I'm caught in the wars for yards |
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They keep it real through the struggle |
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Cause we all wanna ball |
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Bust mine |
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I got back and smacked your words |
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We never be soft |
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That's why I came to get you a girl |
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Since Rage's at the top |
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The whole world stop |
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We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop |
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Since Legacy is the top |
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The whole world stop |
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We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop |
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Since Bad Azz is the top |
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The whole world stop |
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We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop |
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Since Dogg Pound's at the top |
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The whole world stop |
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We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop |
