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to all my motherfuckin' niggas,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up
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And, um, to my niggas too
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You know I'm sayin'? up, sayin'
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For the mother niggas, though
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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I got my clique ready,
ready for hand -to -hand combo
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Pawn s break em' down,
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Y 'all scoop him up,
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Each twin grab her arm,
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Nitty turn his face to me
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I throw him up against the wall
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and put a hole in his face so big
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It almost took his whole face off
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We got the tape position,
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in the Super Bowl face off
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With long swords, ready for war
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We play it coarse, and take your life laws
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Never found again, boss
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A job well done, relax
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Throw back fists up, Ba cardi linemen
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Fifties and hands get lit
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Fuck a whip, a fabulous mob,
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Lunatic nigga, jump off what got hit
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With max attacks and silenced spit
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Shots whizz past your earlobe and shit
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That's the sound of a nigga,
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Got you running, dodging,
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Bullets ripping through the
fabric of your shirt,
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it's melting and you bleed again
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You just another nigga dealt with,
shooter alert
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Our house is nothing like the covenant
like a bitch hold one in the oven
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If it ain't drama, money up front,
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broke bitches, simple -minded niggas
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Alpha, havoc position, that's opposition
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Wet in me, calm addition
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Suddenly, and out of the blue
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And now I see, by myself, by myself
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And rolling man trees, paranoid on point
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Distinguished fake ones,
out of the immediate crew
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if you jeopardize mine, dude
You small, my new,
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got a deck to deal with aces up
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You overbidden, and in the bridge,
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This ain't a card game,
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but in perspective it's the same
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Put two and two together,
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Contain drama, like outbreak
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You order drama, we outtake
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keep it real and throw the fake out
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hit you up from the waist up
That's how it is,
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and how it is is kinda fucked up
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Butterbeast banging,
got your whole clique singing
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On the corner while it's ringing,
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four pound left your ears ringing
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Delete those and keep my shit discreet
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Niggas is trash rhyme, totally off beat
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And out of sync with they life,
E &J been tight
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Niggas slow your roll, you speed it,
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now you bleed it tonight
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For no reason wanna be max it does,
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get smacked, show no love
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Crush your team like a bare hug,
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they infamous and do dirt
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They're the smell like mud,
New York,
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New Yiddy, Queenside feel
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taking it to the source, of course
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Bare that ass thug grill,
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kid, it's only your mask
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That you wear, take off, cop out,
Room on top of room,
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gaffer gaff, and all the rules
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and let the nickel nine pop on you
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Yo, my crew in the front, got it locked
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My live niggas in the back,
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got the gas blowin' outta your back
What the deal with them
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tough looks in our contact?
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Starin' all up in your cornea,
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The look of a true -to -life
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Go at the first nigga to front,
and overreact
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You get dealt with, dealt with quick
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Opposition get melted with hot shit,
he felt it
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You get dealt with, dealt with quick
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Opposition get melted with hot shit,
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opposition get melted with hot shit,
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he felt it
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You
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