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No, I sound so raw, 'cause |
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I'm down by law |
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Tryna play me 'cause |
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I'm rappin', |
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I will break yo' jaw |
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Catch a *** in these streets, make you take clothes off |
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Leave you dead butt naked, man, you *** with a boss |
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Cross paths with me, |
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I'm in the hood, all them |
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Watts, in the |
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BronxWhere they cater all around the devil block |
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Trouble not, |
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I'm ready for 'em, *** they know |
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I'm ready for them |
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I'm the hardest, |
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I'ma deadly poet, so |
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I'm heated heavy for it |
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Why you lookin' for me *** what yo' lookin'? |
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AskMeet me in the club, all my *** get to whoopin' *** |
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Then a *** sue me, sue me*** pos'ed to be thug, *** pos'ed to be street |
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Pull your skirt down, *** 'cause we smellin' yo' *** |
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The whole bottom line is you can't *** wit me |
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Will.I.Am, the ghetto, |
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Will.I.Am, the ghetto' |
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Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature |
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Gotta keep thuggin', |
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I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', |
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I'm thuggin' |
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If you lookin' for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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If you lookin' for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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It's the black rag assassin, 44 |
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Mag blastin' |
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Black ski mask throwin' shots out a |
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Dodge Magnum |
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Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil |
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Wit homicidal intentions, |
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I reign terror |
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On any clique or squad you *** you fraud |
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I'ma tickin' time bomb that'll finish the job |
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Lyrical damage, a 1-2 punch, crush you amateurs |
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Box and watch me execute like |
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CockinsMy flow pipin' hot scorchin', proceed with caution |
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Murder any |
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MC, ya soul is lost when |
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I'm ridin' with them |
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Bone Thugs |
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Black Glocks and chrome slugs |
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Parked on the block with the nose up |
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Get ready for the ' |
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Face/Off'Nicholas |
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Cage ain't got *** on a *** wit a *** grenade |
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One man army, only two things in the world can calm me |
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West *** and that bomb *** |
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I never back down, never back down |
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Never back down, now that the |
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Bone Thug's back |
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If you lookin' for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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If you lookin', for me, |
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I'll be, rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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Now we the *** in the black |
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Dickies and steel toe boots |
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Stomp on that *** that got a pistol and he still won't shoot' |
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Cause he a *** like halfa' these *** is rappin', |
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I'ma let you know |
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These *** is actin' and puttin' on a fashion show |
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We done checked these ***, met these *** |
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Man, I don't respect these *** |
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I'm a real motherf*** |
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T H U GOriginal hate to be a critic, but yo' *** |
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I ain't feelin', no |
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You *** is elementary, |
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I got history |
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Lyrically you can't see me, physically |
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I'll bring you misery |
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Seriously, you *** ain't been hearin' me |
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But listen to these other *** hits |
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You hear my twist, they blew my *** |
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But it's all good, 'cause we keep it all hood |
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And when we see *** get raw dog like a hog should |
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Just lemme put the motherf***' money on the wood*** would be gone if they could |
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But I'ma shut 'em down, |
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I'ma shut 'em down, |
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I'ma shut 'em down |
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Bone *** known not to *** around |
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If you lookin' for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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If you lookin', for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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If you lookin' |
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I got my hand on my *** grippin' in the raws |
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Hood star, sit up in my boulevard |
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You know I'm in the streets, |
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I ain't hard to reach on some cool *** |
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And some beef ***, |
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I'm in the streets |
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This ain't my only occupation, hittin' avenues, chasin' paper always |
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And I know how to get it and pissy hallways |
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In the raw way, you can get it how you live*** step the wrong way |
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I let it bang, b-bang, bang, |
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I'm the streets for real |
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And I love it but you know how the game play, got me ready to kill |
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Somebody, but it's all good |
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Wit these shows, they my streets, *** all good |
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Gotta be stackin' my paper like that's all |
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I know*** is playin', |
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I gotta get it, lock and load |
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Winter through summer, summer back through to winter |
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We hustlin', dawg, hustlin', hustlin', hustlin' |
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Give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin'*** is talkin' 'bout we now, watch yo' mouth |
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If you lookin' for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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If you lookin', for me, |
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I'll be rollin' |
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You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets |
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If you lookin' |
