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Verse one |
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I blow'em over wit the club scene |
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try don for my nine thousand thugs |
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in the clubs that love green one step |
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behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm |
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well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam |
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against all odds get cha Benz or rocks |
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me and kada go against all fog |
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dog from jeerz infotrate all herds |
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my last words who gone blast and serve |
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they told me never say never but I never stay alive |
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hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die |
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blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay |
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pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin |
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pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back |
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release me to the care, of my heartless strap |
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hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee |
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to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry |
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Chorus |
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I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em |
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cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin' |
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at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack |
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relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks |
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I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em |
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cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin' |
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at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack |
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relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks |
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Verse two |
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It get's hectic yall, switch the rules |
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get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz |
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ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected |
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outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected |
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from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest |
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seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress |
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cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest |
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when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ? |
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don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded |
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tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify |
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bitch made niggaz, I got a point |
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I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to |
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step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew |
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he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two |
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Chorus |
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Verse three |
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Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus |
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and handle business, when you jealous playas |
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fuck wit us, turn the party out |
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soon as they whip the lime beocardy out |
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it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out |
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call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it |
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run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it |
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Militant minded, combined wit a sentence |
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all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant |
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even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant |
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my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle |
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aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to |
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it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time |
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give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme |
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yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin' |
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got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings |
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clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment |
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Chorus |
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To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation |
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world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack |
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keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn |
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Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas |
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keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop |
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Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace |