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Man All I know when we get out |
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We finna roll |
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Check this one out |
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Brothers, do we got bass? [ all ] (Yes, we got bass) |
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Too many busters out there on the streets |
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We gonna have to take em out (Go on with it, Ridd) [VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd] |
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But before we go on, my name's |
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Ridd, not |
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Ren It's me again, comin out the lock-in |
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O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass |
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There's dollars to be made and posses to waste |
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Pass by the hood to pick up the gat |
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Stop by the studio for the new track |
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Q Ball rollin, 8 |
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Ball in the pocket |
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Just bail on stage and pull the mic out the socket |
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Boo-Yaa dogs (woof!) locked on the canine |
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It's '89, it's time to get mine |
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This madness, you never had this |
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Home of the |
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O.G.'s (we threw out all the faggots) |
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I'm pluggin my microphone with full-equipped lyrics |
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MC's smell the smoke of my mic and they fear it |
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I'm known to be the hanger for the |
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MC's I hang |
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I throw a riddle, it come back like a boomerang [CHORUS] |
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We're not here to play |
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We're just here to spray |
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This is a [ all ] |
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R.A.I.D. Everybody on the dancefloor |
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R.A.I.D. (Woof!) |
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You gotta know this one [VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd] |
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If knowledge is power, then |
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I'm muscle-bound |
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Loc'ed out as a hound, |
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I'm not down in a dog pound |
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Breakin out, |
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MC's start fakin out |
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Boo-Yaa T. |
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R.I.B.E., time to start takin out |
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MC's come and |
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MC's go For all the |
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MC's that go is too slow for my .44 |
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I peel em at the frontdo' ( *shot* ) (Boo-yaa!) |
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Then I drag em to the backdo' |
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Then I say, "You want some more, then say no more" (Why is that?) |
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Because I'm just too hardcore |
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So you know |
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Ridd packs a .44 |
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Bring on the rap jam and let's roll [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd] (Put Riddler on the roof) cause |
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I shoot the vics |
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My mission was to shoot straight to the chicks |
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I filed a contract, not to confess |
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Found out that the buster had a bullet-proof vest (So what did you do?) |
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I had nothin to say |
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Pulled out my |
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Uzi and I started to spray |
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Went to the morgue to identify his body (Yeah, that's him, ??? posse at the party) |
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I'm not prankster, word to |
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Godfather, |
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I'm a gangsta |
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And this is the time |
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I'd like to give thanks to |
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All my brothers for doin it (their way) |
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And now it's my way, we're not here to play |
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Boo-Yaa - please, who can match? |
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Like a purse on |
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Imperial (you will get snatched) |
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And like a |
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Camel in the county (you will get smoked) |
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And when the |
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Riddler took the loco toll (that was loc'ed) |
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Check out |
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O.M.B., my bassman, forget the turntable (Island) the name of my record label |
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That's the reason my jams sound so hard |
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Cause it's boomin from a bailin car |
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Down the boulevard and we don't stop |
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Cause all you posses get mopped, get dropped |
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We rock the party, steal all the ladies |
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Since it's '89 we're in the |
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Eighties [CHORUS x2] |
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Hit me deuce times (Woof, woof!) (Attention, all D.R. This is a R.A.I.D.) |
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He-he-he-ha-ha |
