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HAHAHAHAHA! |
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Ha Firing squad nigga! Raise, motherfuckin Cain! |
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(Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) |
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Aiyyo.. hahahahaha |
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[Verse One: Billy Danze] |
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Look, I have suffered, severe trauma |
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Had to creep through the streets of the 'Ville |
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With my llama for real - I was raised up under the dirt |
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I put it work 'til it hurt (yes Lorrrrrrd, it's) Berk' |
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Present it, soldier style |
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And the world's on my shoulders now |
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I be fightin for my life on trial.. |
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.. simply because my daughter, has the world's warmest smile |
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(M.O.P.!) Oh we rollin now |
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Can't nobody stop me, block me or hold me down |
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(KLAK KLAK!) Hi motherfucker |
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(BUKA, BUKA, BUKA) Bye motherfucker! |
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(AHHHHHHHHH!) I'm a motherfucker |
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(BUKA-BU-BU-BUKA-BUKA) Bye motherfucker! |
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We happen to be, them STRANGE DUDES |
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Pop them THANGS DUDES, ain't nuttin changed Duke |
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Industry enemy number one (still +Downtown+) |
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Underground (HOLLA) Danze, if you need me son |
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[Chorus: M.O.P.] |
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("What's on your mind this morning?") |
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[scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"] |
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Klak klak! |
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"] |
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"] |
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[Verse Two: Lil' Fame] |
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Ah one-two y'all (HUH) can I get my emcee on? |
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(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that's the wrong side to be on |
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(Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G. on |
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With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on |
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(TWENTY DOLLARS) Glassed out, bottom Koreans |
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You're the type of fool that I might pee on |
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Peace to Serge and Laze for um, puttin a nigga like me on |
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I'm never gon' forget you like the late Prince Leon |
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I keep a gat in the stash, in case it's gon' be on |
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Then back out the six plus three on (ANY FOOL!) |
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You're last when I cock back and I dump three on |
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I put putholes through the door of his black Neon |
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Please nigga, don't fuck around and get beat on |
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Comin through tryin to act sweet on, the Hill-figure |
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(WHAT?) Nigga with blue steel, you won't believe it |
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It's the Brownsville slugger in your mind (YOU SEE IT!) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Danze] Hear me though! |
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[Fame] YEAH! (hey hey hey hey) |
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[Verse Three: M.O.P.] |
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[Fame] SALUTE! Comin from your man {?} Bill |
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[Will] SALUTE! Comin from Mr. Fizzy Womack |
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[Fame] WE'RE BACK! To irritate you niggaz (how's that?) |
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[Fame] You kept us off of radio (but never off wax) |
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[Fame] IN FACT! Check the pose |
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[Will] Can't nobody ROLL (like we roll) when we ROLL |
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[Fame] Round this motherfucker |
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[Will] First Fam (not your average Joe) |
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[Will] Still put it down (like we put it down befo') |
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[Will] No (NAH) no! |
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[Fame] Nigga hold weight |
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[Will] Firing Squad (will set that ass, straight!) |
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[Will] It's kinda ill yo |
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[Fame] We rep the 'Ville so? |
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[Will] Aight! (Aight!) Holla at me babe bro |
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[Fame] It don't matter to me |
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[Will] I'd rather it be |
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[Fame] One less classic emcee (fuckin with me) |
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[Fame] That's how it'll be |
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[Will] You niggaz get no love in here |
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[Fame] We stuck in the streets |
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[Will] We'll keep it undercover here |
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... c'mon! C'mon! |
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("What's on your mind this morning?") |
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[scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"] |
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Klak klak! |
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("M - O - P!") ("Re-real niggaz, hit 'em with that Hilltop Flava") |
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"] |
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[Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)"] |
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HAHAHAHA, yeah! |