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feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep) [talking] |
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Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens) |
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That's right... uh uh, |
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Q.U. nigga (yea yea) |
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Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo [Fredro Starr] |
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Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block |
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For my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spot |
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Sittin on crates, gettin loaded, get that cake |
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Dodgin drinks, spit and hafta cover they face |
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Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside |
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In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side |
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See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods |
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Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked |
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But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam |
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Holdin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand |
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From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof |
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To them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone booth |
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Cuz Lord knows |
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I'm gonna reload and bust back |
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Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap |
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They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat |
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Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact [Hook: Havoc] - 2 |
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X Hold up, this is for my gangsta team and my dime little mamis rockin |
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Timbs and jeans |
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When it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them things |
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In the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay! [Sonsee] |
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Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot |
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All my bus stop bitches that be pushin them drops |
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Playin the gate, get it ma, get those papes |
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Hustle that face, seven |
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G's below ya waist |
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Project chick, dippin whips, cruisin the strip |
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Gettin money for tuition, go to school and she strip |
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Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard |
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Murda mami set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed |
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Help her soul if a chick try to set my team |
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I'm tying her up, rep till the death of |
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Queens All my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun's |
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All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones |
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Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks that mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shots |
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I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not |
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You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) |
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I guess not [Hook: Havoc] - 2 |
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X [Sticky Fingaz] |
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Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots |
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For all my gun-cock niggaz that be bustin off shots |
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Lay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gate |
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Show me ya safe before |
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I put two in ya face |
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Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whips |
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Catch a rat nigga, leave his |
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Bentley sittin on bricks |
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Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard |
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Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred |
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Shoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at feds |
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Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead |
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For my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cots |
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For my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from cops |
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Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats |
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Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap |
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What nigga? |
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I see you back in the hood scrap |
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Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that [Hook: Havoc] - 2 |
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X Hold up... ' |
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South Suicide |
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Queens' 'Enjoy!' ' |
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South Suicide |
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Queens' 'Enjoy!' |
