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(Intro-Sean Price) |
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P! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey yo, listen |
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(Verse 1-Sean Price) |
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Before I lay my head down to rest |
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I roll up a dimebag of petro, then let the sket' blow |
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Sean Price from Seflow, nah, I'm from down the block |
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Brownsville, peace, my *****z squeeze all kinda shots |
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(Verse 2-Steele) |
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You can catch me in your tenement |
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Hangin' with these thugs, *****, guns and Timberlands |
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Grind for the dividends, ride for my siblings |
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Roll with a bunch of gremlins, stick you up for your benjamins |
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(Verse 3-Rock) |
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Here we go, breakin' day with a mad lah session |
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Plottin' and schemin', somebody gon' die when I catch 'em |
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A lot of y'all should be petrified when I step inside |
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Of your section, especially if you're stoppin' my cheddar |
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(Verse 4-Tek) |
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So why oh why did I need cappuccino? |
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Must've had a hangover from all that Remy and Clicko |
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Nah, I don't remember hittin' off in the spot |
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Too tore up, don't remember gettin' it on with no cops |
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(Verse 5-Sean Price) |
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*****, my eyes peep this life in the form you can't picture |
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Panoramic view, the hammer damage your crew |
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Back flippin', gat spittin', sell crack rapper dude |
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Back smack a few rappers who rap with a attitude |
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(Verse 6-Tek) |
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Benjamin Benicar, Afrika Bambaataa |
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Get up in your spot with the four-fifth two shotter |
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Play the back with some of my mans |
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It's family first, like the "Tek" that's on the back of my hands |
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(Verse 7-Rock) |
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We all walk around town with the pound strapped down |
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And clap a clown, and if not, it's cool, I will pound you out |
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I get me harders, that's why I'm Rock man, I regulate ya |
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Scrape ***** *****z faces cross the pavement, whoever hatin' |
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(Verse 8-Steele) |
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You asked for it, who want beef? Well here's war |
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Silence the .44 so nobody will hear the roar |
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Now your body is stretched out horizontally on the floor |
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That's what a snitch get when he talk about what he saw |
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(Verse 9-Sean Price) |
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Commence the rock slide (Oh no!) I'm cru******n' your pride by surprise |
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I be Sean Price, the forward for the Fab Five |
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It's 'Unbelievable', Christopher Wallace |
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The way I squeeze the tool and dig in your pocket, let's get money, ***** |
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(Verse 10-Rock) |
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Yo, from an unknown region, me and my legion |
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Never believin' to hear you ***** *****z breathin' |
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The summer doom, doom, din, nobody eatin' |
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Nobody leavin' 'til you pay y'all owe my BCC, ***** |
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(Verse 11-Steele) |
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I'm dwellin' in the cellar with my *****z Heltah Skeltah |
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Smif-N-Wessun pull triggers, the heat melt ya, Lord help ya |
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The Terrible Two, the Furious Four |
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I dare y'all to bear arms and ****** off with this force |
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(Verse 12-Tek) |
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See, I was taught that two wrongs don't make a right |
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But me and Steele been tight for a while and everything's a'ight |
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And it ain't never gonna change |
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And that's as real as the blood that's blue in our veins, ***** |
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(Hook-Rock) |
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Y'all don't wanna Trade Places with us, stay in your place |
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Claimin' you thug, Trade Places with us, we'll erase your face |
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The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real |
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Word to them *****z Ruck, Rock, Tek and Steele |
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(Scratched vocals) |
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"We all walk around town with the pound strapped down" |
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"*****, my eyes peep this life in the form you can't picture" |
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"See, I was taught that two wrongs don't make a right" |
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"*****, you asked for it, who want beef? Well here's war" |
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(Hook-Rock) |
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Y'all don't wanna Trade Places with us, stay in your place |
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Claimin' you thug, Trade Places with us, we'll erase your face |
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The wrath of Duck Down, Bucktown is real |
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Word to them *****z Ruck, Rock, Tek and Steele |
