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*(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)* |
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Southwest Ridas playboys (Ya highness!) |
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F**kin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!) |
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We back in this mutha f**ka |
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9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) |
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Ya Capable (B-Legit!) |
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Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) |
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All the pimps, playas an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!) |
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Ya Capable (E-40 man!) |
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Ya Capable |
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Ya Capable |
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Peep it. |
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Eh, eh |
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uh |
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Live an direct |
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4-5 an a Tech |
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niggas be bustin in disguise like why would you lie |
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when cops arrive on the set |
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dope fiends die over a check |
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ya niggas strive fo tha best |
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to get some seats to rest in peace |
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but funk don't die on tha set |
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you must lie fo yo set |
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an if you ride fo the set keep yo vest handy |
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Understands me? |
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Lace tha family wit candy like Willie Wonka |
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fiends pull up to my bumpa |
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infedamines, an green marijuana |
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whatever you want a nigga got it |
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slangin narcotics |
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I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product |
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heiron he shot it |
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into his veins |
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got it by sellin everythang |
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that's when he broke into his older son house mayne |
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it's strange to watch ya dad box |
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ya beat ta death talkin about, "All you had to do was ask me fo some cash |
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pops!" |
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but it's too late wire his shit up |
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jaw stiched up |
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lip bust |
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fo f**kin wit us |
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sick ass niggas. |
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Chorus 2x |
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Do I starve and do without |
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stay about your paper route |
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get yo cash |
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ya Capable. |
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Stay about your paper route |
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(Niggas!) |
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Ya Capable |
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Stay about your paper route |
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(Bitches!) |
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Ya Capable. |
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Ya Capable. |
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Verse 2 *(Numskull)* |
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For a nigga that make stacks |
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he got to pack Mac's |
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get off when shit hap's |
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shit off some stanky |
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before |
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a nigga gets kidnapped |
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should'a have |
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too late |
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put in halfs |
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been confiscated |
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now your whole domain is isolated |
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imprisoned |
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on the turf ya been on for long years |
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nigga |
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Don't ya realize somethin is wrong here? |
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Should'a kept ya focus |
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know this shit is called |
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ya mail mammy |
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'cause mail holds together your whole family |
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Understand me? |
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Manny |
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f**k Tony's sister |
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that's the reason he could come an get ya |
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if I snub ya |
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then nigga I get richer |
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picture this |
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bitch had a block |
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bitch slanged rocks |
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bitch sold glocks |
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an had ties wit the cops |
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now I's |
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no dummy get yo bread on |
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but if you go the wrong route |
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then you will get your head gone |
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that's why I got capablity's |
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to stack some skrill |
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become maxin fat cats |
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wit the gats concealed |
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so I. |
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*(Chorus)* 2x |
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Eh, eh |
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eh, eh, eh |
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uh. |
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One time fo ya mind |
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here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas |
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and my niggas on the grind |
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packin 9 milla-metas |
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9 lives like cheatas |
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but ya stealin reeta, drug |
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dealas peep tha shit that I kick |
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hustlin, bustin down zips |
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makin kicks |
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if we ain't makin it we takin shit to the extreme |
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hit the scenery wit machine |
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gun |
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get the creamery an ice cream |
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ya Capable. |
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Verse 4 *(Numskull)* |
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That's why |
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greediness makes greedy dead niggas |
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not followin the plan makes bleedin from the head niggas |
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bit off a big chunk of the wrong battle |
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that shit |
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f**ked ya whole shit, so you scaddled |
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I done, did licks for kicks |
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went through battles an won wars dig |
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this rap shit is one more win |
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he f**ked wit me |
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loving to corrupt the city |
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Lord if it's my turn then please come an get me. |
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*(Chorus)* 2x |
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Outro *(Yukmouth)* |
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Dig this |
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eh. |
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I dedicate this to my Mobb niggas. (fa sho) |
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You know, Poppa L.Q. |
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Phats, |
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Bossalini (Bossalini) |
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Madd Maxx (Madd Maxx) |
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3 Times (3 Times) |
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Cydal (Cydal) |
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Dru Down (Dru Down) |
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you know what I'm sayin, the list goes on an on |
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the Nic Nac (you know what I'm sayin) |
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Knucklehead |
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Richie Rich |
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Swoop G ! |
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You know tha Mobb niggas, we all Capable |
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big Gov (Gov) |
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My niggas Capable boi, this Paraphanalia! |
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THA MUTHA F**KIN MOBB!! |
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Bay Area |
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Oh, Bosko lacin the beat (Yay Area) |
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Bosko the finest |
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You can't f**k wit it |
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that's all you got |
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eh, we got Bay, L.A. boi |
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eh, we got L.A. an tha Bay nigga that's all you think of is tha West Coast |
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when you think of tha West Coast |
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all you think about is L.A. an Oakland (mee & u) |
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Done deal. |
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Done deal. (echos out) |
