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Yo, home skillet |
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Get back 'fore I push your shit back |
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Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!) |
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Blaze him (yo, yo) |
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Blaze him wit a 4 (4) |
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Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street |
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Cuz ya don't know |
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BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard |
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w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs) |
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Explode, watch me switch modes |
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Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode |
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Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel |
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You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you's a mule |
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We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad |
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First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard |
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Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy |
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Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me |
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I roll through your hood like it's my hood |
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And won't have a second thought about if I could |
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Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME) |
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It ain't nothing sweet down here |
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Guns pop for niggas to eat down here |
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(BROOKLYN) |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Home Sweet Home |
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Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm never alone!! |
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Brooklyn - Send em back home! |
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Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at? |
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[Lord Have Mercy] |
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Never bring B (B) |
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R (R) |
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Double O K (K) |
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L Y into it |
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Bring size into it |
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Sneak 9's into it |
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Theives rise into it |
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Seek crime, blow through it |
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See shines, go to it |
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Street name |
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Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid) |
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Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive |
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You don't know me, and never will |
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It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build |
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Nigga, home of the pick pockets |
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Four fifth polish, lift wallets |
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Notorious like Chris Wallace |
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(BROOKLYN!!) |
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We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block |
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Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up |
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Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa) |
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These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood |
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Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon) |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Billy Danze] |
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Now everybody rise to the occasion |
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Duck when I'm aiming (First family!) |
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Yeah, it's so amazing |
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The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in |
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It ain't nann nigga fadin shit |
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I come equipped |
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I put my life on the line for mine everytime |
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Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers |
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You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras |
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Hollered at (Bum Bum) |
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Fired at (gun noises) |
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Fire back every time with my cousin |
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Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin |
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Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me |
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I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!) |
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If you know a nigga as well as me |
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you better bring a motherfuckin calvary |
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Blesssss |