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Because we got the streets suckas |
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Can you dig it? |
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I wanna get right to the point |
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He's here |
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\"He's unique, he's unconquerable.\" |
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(Repeated) |
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MC Ren, MC Ren is a killa of the crafted men |
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Twas the night before the ball struck |
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And all the snakes was outta sight |
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And of all those cat hangs |
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And all the solutions |
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Now it's like do or die |
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So salute to the battle cry |
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And all the real niggaz |
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Step up to the frontline |
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You don't want two scoops of fruit loops |
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For the real troops |
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'Cause it's about a quarter to midnight |
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15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot |
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Who lettin' the heads get chopped and mack 10's pop pop |
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For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue |
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Because all those who can't hang get hung |
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And those who can't take charge get dault |
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So come and walk, coming strong |
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Coming long, 'cause we been down for too damn long |
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And not a soldier, a soldier |
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Nigga I thought somebody was older |
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'Cause the days of bein' a slave livin' in the grave is over |
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Ain't no more that shall overcome 'cause we been overcame |
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So I'm packin' 'quips full of golds for all you G's trapped in shame |
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Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain |
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Livin' in an underground railroad |
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Takin' aim and set to cause much pain |
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So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain |
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One million ways to die |
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So devil don't even try |
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I'm packed, ready and willin' to get a government killa |
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So welcome to the land of the drive by |
