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(Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze) |
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What up Doap? |
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We here now fuckin onion heads |
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Fuckin smash your grandma with a vase |
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I'll kick that bitch down a flight of steps man |
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I'm tryna to talk shit like you Doap |
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A-O-T-P Lost Cauze and Doap Nix |
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I don't know if I was supposed to start rhymin soon as this shit drop? |
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We gon' try it like this |
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(Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze) |
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Let's get dirty like a thug hammer that bust |
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Like the sand in the dust |
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Like raw blood on animal tusks |
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Niggas think its sweet til the stranded and slumped |
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Real niggas don't fold I never ran with no chumps |
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They demanded from us then we need to check that |
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And bring hell to any mutha fucka who don't respect that |
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The hands is vicious |
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Right cross connect at try me and my fam |
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And you stand where ya left at |
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West P. to the death where I rep at |
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Youngins is bangin and sellin crack |
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Where you rest at its a def trap |
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But its how we survive |
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Never take my kindness for weakness thats highly unwise |
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I show love to people that took advantage |
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Look me in my face and lie now you gotta face the hammer |
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Its dead in ya face |
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I put him dead in his place |
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Leave you dead in disgrace |
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Cause when put out his face |
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Talk shit best believe you won't repeat that |
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It's Doap Nix and Lost Cauze Sour Diesel |
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Where the weed at |
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Hook X2 Reef (Doap) |
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Let's get Dirty niggas |
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(From the blocks to the stage) |
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Let's get dirty niggas |
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(From the glocks to the guage) |
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Let's get dirty niggas |
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(From the corners that pitch) |
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(To the kids out the burbs lovin' life cause they rich) |
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(Verse 2: Demoz) |
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Keep a nine on you and watch niggas |
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That learn off you keep your mind open |
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Cause mutha fuckas'll turn on you |
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Its funny how I put my word together |
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I burn the track like NASCAR |
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Thats how I earn my cheddar |
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You earn plaques offa simple raps |
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Look I can't go commercial |
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I done been thru scraps |
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Try to turn on me never see me talkin to rats |
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If its my turn to burn |
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I think a coffin is whack putta urn on me |
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Keep my name outta your mouth |
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If ya mans a bitch |
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Keep his game outta my house |
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Cause I'll turn on him |
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Look my flow been past due never |
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I'm so ready nigga ask whoever |
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And my hoods shady |
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Steel bars couldn't save me |
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Born crazy I was torn as a baby |
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My pop left me so my Post box empty |
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Box lefty right hand glock empty |
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Do not tempt me |
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Hook X2 |
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(Verse 3: Doap Nixon) |
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BLOCKAH hit em up give it up |
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And everything in the crib we bouta split it up |
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The bread is over for the glarin' and spittin' |
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The hood needs me niggas bout to handle they business |
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And the streets want Nixon to break jaws |
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For the change, I'ma give 'em more bars then the state charge |
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And I'll still smack niggas for eight bars |
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Got vets in the game tellin me its bout time that I take charge |
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So suck it up or see the butt of the ratchet |
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Helly Hansen Gore-Tex tucked under the jacket |
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I'm a made man and I'm not from SP |
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But I'll still drag ya ass 50 miles on a jet-ski |
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Nick name Nicko Pesci, been around killas |
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Spendin days gettin pickled off wet-leaves |
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So show love or show your pistol |
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You went out like puss' |
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So I'ma cock it back and then kiss you |
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And Reef knows right where to put you |
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Somewhere out in South Phill |
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Whats ill is ain't nobody gon' miss you |
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Yo, its QD adn AOTP |
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Add D O A P and Reef and nigga that spells beef |