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(Havoc) |
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Sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me |
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and is it the Henny that bend me; I be in the zone |
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Gazing at the walls, suppressed, thinking da phone |
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Don't take personal, but only a minor few can understand |
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what a nigga feeling; 40-first 'til I die motherfucka..(No doubt) |
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I'm still breathing. You a must son, we full bread |
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You ain't my dogg, tring to infiltrate my clik is you |
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I get wit you, handle that on a later note. |
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We o'er-dose eveything is death, we so close |
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I'm trying to tell these cats, but I let them do they thing.. |
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Ready for the bad news 'til da phone ring |
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Son is dead, now I'm irate over my head seeking revenge. |
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Son is dead, son on your behalf trying to laugh |
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(Prodigy) |
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Check out the drill-dun, conceal guns |
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play the hum leaning back checking out the action |
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On the benches we drinkin X's |
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Yo twirl dat shit, while I spark this... |
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Sharply burn it down like an arsonist |
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Pull out the miz cause its time to bring the biz to kidz |
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and blow all hell fire out ya empire |
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Live as wire couldn't make my mobb expire or retire |
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I'm letting off 'til my arms tired |
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You set quite wit my head full of riot. |
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Our buyers, it clear for your ear to hear |
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I declare only live niggaz lock this year |
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'96-I lost my dun; '97-It got worse.. |
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Pull money out the team, got to get mork.. |
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And sat down you play the background when shots sound off |
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Flashbacks of how my man is gone, KB forever in my memory |
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I spill some Henny then I keep it moving |
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{Chorus}: |
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Yo, do our thing, we got this, rockin' this |
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Aint nobody stoppin this Rakim and Imfamous |
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Reck the hood for you and yours-No doubt crash the bars |
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You don't really wanna go against the source |
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(Big Noyd) |
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Surprise open eye, peep the foulness, wildness |
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Its bug, niggaz dug in the projects you holiday thug |
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Ease up all that illin and grillin |
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get ya melon lite up, you niggaz is butt |
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You want me, I'm reppin WB, what? |
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Where you find me at spillin Congac from a cup |
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With my heat next to my nuts |
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Never been afraid to bust |
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Slug rushin to your head like dust |
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If that wasn't enough as long as strong and tough |
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we squeeze back, better believe he no longer breath-black |
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Fuckin wit these swayze cats |
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I got dreams of raising my little queen and nobody gonna stop that |
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In fact black, if you come at me don't come sloppy |
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All my baby girl got is a papi to guide her |
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through this world of hatred |
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And I die to see that she make it |
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and die to let the nextman take it, is you stupid, UM... |
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(Rakim) |
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Yo, you wanna come test, son is mad from stress |
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Penalty is death, pay your last respects |
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We harass you reap if you slept or half step |
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We adapt to see who we can master next |
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After sex pass the bless for after effects |
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relax your stress through mad physac, mad contact |
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Cash a check to get assets we blast techs |
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Dealing with the mental aspect on chest |
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So we create a trust, if you Dunns come to shot |
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get hit with a twenty-one gun salute |
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I keep a loaded yet deadly 7SC 30 |
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soon as you it hit me I release Lyrics of Fury |
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And quick to say a poem to ricochet in your dome |
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My click made me leave the nickel-plated at home alone |
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so I can get chatter and be the better trend setter |
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The 18th Letter Forever |
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{Chorus 2X} |
