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Right now |
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I'm 'bout to show you how it's done, you can |
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Shut down yo, my |
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Uzi weights a ton, you can |
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Beat down and you can pump it in your system till it |
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Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, |
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I'm bout to |
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Smack up, anybody who front like he |
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Hardcore don't he know |
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I stay raw? this is |
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LL competition, they fell because |
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IDo this bringing drama and truth 'cuz |
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I don'tPlay that, and |
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I be reepin' up cash since |
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Way back put your honey on my lap and make her |
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Heat up, got her beggin' me to beat it up |
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Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor, straight |
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Kill that, have her garglin' nuts until |
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ISpill that, you better play like |
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En Vogue and |
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Hold on, you wanna battle? |
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Set it off baby |
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Come on, come one, come on, come on |
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F, because my flavor's the best |
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A, I get my hustle off all day |
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R, wreck my block, knee all far |
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M, I gotta hold it down wit my man |
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E, big up to my nigga |
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E LoveR, keep the ill rims on the car |
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S, I repped it, what more can |
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I say, son |
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Farmers what, farmers what |
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Murder, little niggas gettin money on the |
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Hot block, he got the chrome shit spinnin' up on |
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Linden, look at the ice and leather, the way it |
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Blendin', pass the spit hot |
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Linden from here to |
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Mary, you think you hot, |
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Cool Jane? |
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EverHere it, and when it comes to this |
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I'm not aSoldier, |
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I'm a General crack |
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KingI told ya, |
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I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga |
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What now, tell your man step up, then watch he |
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Go down, game one, do or die like |
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Bedside, nobody even comin' close, nigga |
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Why try, from the |
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Bronx to Shaolin to |
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Uptown, like buckshot said nigga |
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Duck down, you better play like |
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En Vogue and |
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Hold on, you know |
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I'm goin' out nigga |
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Come on, come on, come one, come on |
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F, because my flavor's the best |
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A, I get my hustle off all day |
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R, wreck my block, knee all far |
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M, I gotta hold it down wit my man |
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E, big up to my nigga |
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E LoveR, keep the ill rims on the car |
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S, I repped it, what more can |
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I say, son |
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Farmers what, farmers what |
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No doubt, |
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I'll take your block and air it out, stay |
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Ice out, me and my man, |
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Little Sharp in the |
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Double R, whole block, lined up wit all the |
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Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you gotta |
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Get paid, no matter what |
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I do, I keep it |
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Sexy me and my team spendin' cream on the |
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Club scene on |
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Performance |
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Boulevard out in |
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Killa Queens this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout |
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One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered down |
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Hip hop the broad money and alah zay it |
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Don't stop niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a |
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Head ride when |
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I'm goin' to |
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BedshawRemember me, |
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I'm the greast |
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MC there could |
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Ever be, you better call |
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Def Jam, and tell 'em |
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Hold on, 'cuz another major label told me |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on |
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F, because my flavor's the best |
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A, I get my hustle off all day |
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R, wreck my block, knee all far |
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M, I gotta hold it down wit my man |
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E, big up to my nigga |
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E LoveR, keep the ill rims on the car |
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S, I repped it, what more can |
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I say, son |
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Farmers what, farmers what |
