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(feat. Planet Asia) |
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[Planet Asia] |
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Since the, first episode you didn't think that it would last |
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But this term it's Cali Agents for your sucka ass |
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Heirlooms to bust the ass, I transform from mental ?depray? |
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You got a beeper, but still you comin' up wit' lint |
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So I, starts my mission |
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Leaves my residence wit' secret evidence of the United States' past |
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President |
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We all a family, so therefore we must fight because |
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We from the same blood, the Most High comin' back to claim us |
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Subconciously, I crush my calm digi-tal-ly |
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Lyri-cal-ly wit' the shill of Israel over my physi-cal-ly |
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My ???? plot wit' seven virtues of mind |
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I lift off, like Mr. Spock cause the surface can get your shots |
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????? I missed the spot, I bless hip hop, connect my dots |
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Plus make you respect my block, I bust off, like, hot pistols |
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Yo, Ras, what happened to them cats that said we was trash, |
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And said the road that we was taking to success wouldn't last? |
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[Rasco] |
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Yo, no where to be found, these clowns |
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They bitch made, I'm the switchblade |
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Talkin' that shit, you get split |
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We double headed, never forget it, the non-dreaded |
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Let's spread it on the ground, minus the head and crown |
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First round, ridiculous sound gettin' down |
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Comin' to ya spot, runnin' you outta the town |
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Profound tag team, shatterin' hopes and dreams |
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Be on your insides, ready to rip the seams |
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Straight from the stich, some brothers can act bitch |
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Broke ass niggas pretendin' to be rich |
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Can't rhyme a damn lick, but still be on the mic |
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They don't want the beef, but still we gotta strike |
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So put the track on, I'm rippin' the Bat ???? |
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And call up your friends, I'll bring you the Bat Phone |
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Ain't no team better than As' and Rasco |
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We blood brothers here to enhance the cash flow, yo |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Rasco + Asia] What they gon' do when we blaze they spot? |
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Lookin' around for different ways they can stop |
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No gimmicky shit, it's just straight hip hop |
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We Blood Brothaz, takin' care of one another |
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[Planet Asia] |
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Rasco and Planet Asia, ain't no breaking this bomb |
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We Blood Brothaz til the finish wit' the faith in our palms |
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So anything that comes between me and this cat gettin' dough |
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It's life or death, fuck around and have yo' back on the flo' |
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You know the convo', and every since we Took It Back Home |
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We kept the trademark, leavin' emcees bookin' back home |
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Cali Agents took the bullets like this, there is no other |
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And that's all I got to say for C-A, we Blood Brothaz |
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[Rasco] |
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Now wait a minute, let me put my ten cents in it |
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When you see Ras you better scream out lieutenant |
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Or captain, niggas be over reactin' |
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But we just ignore, go from shore to shore |
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When niggas test you, they got to test me, too |
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When God blessed you, he musta blessed me, too |
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We one in the same and ain't a damn thing changed |
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Stay outta the range before we bring y'all the pain |
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The ball and the chain that don't apply, that's why |
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You got stuck and got hung out to dry |
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Tried to be shy, but that shit don't fly |
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Sparkin' the jam like it's the Fourth of July |
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See, we got plans to travel throughout the land |
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Make plenty of grands while y'all sittin' in the stands |
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Cheerin' and shit, but I just ain't hearin' the shit |
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Talkin' the trash can get you ripped from the ass |
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You know that the Ras and Planet As' spit rays |
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We holdin' it down three-hundred sixty-five days |
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A million ways to get sprayed in the fade |
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I sharpen the blades, you on the blocks for the trade |
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Permanent shade under the dirt, last spurt |
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And what you gonna do when sellin' tapes don't work? |
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Get you a job, I know it seems real odd |
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We stickin' together like two peas in a pod, now |
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[Chorus x2] |
