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Showdown, Armageddon |
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Allah, yarkbar |
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[Chorus: Mighty Ha] |
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One to the chest, two to the back |
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Three to the face with my gat gat gat |
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Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard |
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Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back |
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[Yogi] |
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Loungin with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony |
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Bringin like 13 other niggas, at least |
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Took them for some action, cuz we love to party |
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The Double Agent, Biggie Smalls and B.D.P. |
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So um, walked up in the spot, pisses |
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Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses |
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Walkin thru the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ |
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Huggin me some love, you rich motha fuck |
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Everyone was there, representin |
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Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin |
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All of a sudden I thought shit gettin thin |
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Wu-tang actin up with their group from Shaolin |
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Erick Sermon tried to representin his Island |
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He said "Hey", niggas joked him |
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Redman seen this nigga, uh nuh that's his brother |
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Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman Lova |
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Jersey had his back, that's a fact |
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But B.D.P. was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps |
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Six minutes, KRS you're on |
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The bridge is over, South Bron drop the bomb |
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Nas and his boys were in there livin "Kill that boy" |
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Oh shit, in the gutter |
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Everything went wrong, Biggie Smalls yellin |
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"Can't we just all get along?" Nope, It's Armageddon |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Oh shit, all hell breakin loose |
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Instead I should of went to that party at the Muse |
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For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at |
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Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin out a gat |
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Damn, now I know sumthin really on |
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First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long |
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Black Moon caught mad brooms and they done |
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Method Man, murdered by the same gun |
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Kool G. Rap lickin shot and KRS |
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But he didn't die fast cuz the brother had a vest |
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Ooh, nigga took Kool G. with him |
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Both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him |
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Everybody going buck nuggy, word life |
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Rakim throwed slit by Eric B's knife |
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Damn, three kisses gettin iller than I thought |
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Playin the back on the law, so I won't get caught |
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Wonder where Yogi is at in this piece |
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LL slumped over the bar, deceased |
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Redman, a dead man, eccense forever |
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Latifah in the corner with a fuckin head sever |
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But as I look around, know everybody's dead |
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Wait, what's that code shit on... |
