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(Jim Jones) |
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What is this, that gangsta gangsta lets get back to business |
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you gotta kill 'em dead so they dont ask the witness |
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no questions on the stand is there especially to the BLAM |
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yeah, I let 'em talk to the stainless |
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if it's beef lets keep it G we don't talk wit disclaimers |
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we say names we ain't playin we leave ya corpse on the pavement |
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and I ain't hard to find I'm in New York like the Rangers |
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my team, what, we all are nice |
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we pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night |
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crack sales in the slums break the law all night |
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so the glock stay stashed up it's cops tryin to harass us |
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these pretty cars seem to grab they attention |
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they know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinchen |
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plus the city's ours plus I'm back with a vision |
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DipSet in this bitch you know I'm a menace, nigga |
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(Hook) |
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It's uhhh |
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what is this |
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DipSet |
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what is this |
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byrd game |
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what is this |
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that certified G lets get back to business |
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say what say what say what |
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you heard me |
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say what say what say what |
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you heard me |
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say what say what say what |
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you heard me |
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man get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies |
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Harlem,(Harlem) across the 1-1-0, (thou-hundred) |
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where it all seems to rain and the sun dont show, (sun don't shine) |
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as long as it's white caine oh you know we gon blow, (get money) |
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shit these dice games we bet lump sums on roll, (can't stop) |
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wear white tees but the guns don't show, (got it on me) |
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and my advice where I'm from dont go, (be careful) |
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and we all love this life but we must follow codes, (follow that code) |
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it's a sequel society all we ask, trust |
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police keep on eyein' me now thats fucked up, (fuck 'em) |
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enemies know the deal we will clap shit up, (what's good) |
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we hit niggaz with heaters |
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watch the morgue come and get 'em put them niggaz in freezers, (them black |
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ziplock bags) |
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shit, he bit off more than he could chew, (no homo) |
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he did what he could but that was more than he could do, (stupid) |
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DipSet, shit we more than just a crew, (power) |
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we thick up in the hood, all aboard we on the move, (eastside) |
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now y'all expect us to stop, (nope) |
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I just cost 3 mill. of them records off Koch, (I'm still sellin') |
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what you can expect, expect for a drop, (watch this) |
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?? bubble back with the sky as my ceiling |
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(Hook) |
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Nigga I'm laughin' now I'm shoppin' on Madison, (why?) |
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just was in a hustle fiends was coppin of Madison, (nicks and dimes) |
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thats uptown though I was posted on 5th ave, (pollo) |
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12th street movin' all the poker that Rich had, (hustler) |
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I'm 17 I was bumpin' up mixed slabs |
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word, me I stashed every pack in this bitch lab, (stupid bitch) |
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I should've told her now the shit where ya kids at, (dummy) |
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don't get high on your own supply, (ya hear that) |
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it's the rules in life that we must apply,(well name a couple of them) |
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well we must get fly |
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through this concrete jungle big chunks wit tribes, (shoutouts to the homeys) |
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blow my fairy side |
