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(feat. DMX, Ja Rule, The Lox, Tragedy Khadafi) |
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Yeah |
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(Grrr...) |
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Introducin the suspects |
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DMX |
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(Grrr...) |
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Ja Rule |
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LOX |
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Khadafi |
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(Grrr...) |
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Mic Geronimo |
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(My niggas...) |
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[VERSE 1: DMX] |
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What's all the noise about, have some respect, shut the **** up |
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Drive-by, money talkin shit, yo, back the truck up |
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Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me |
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And fear is better than respect, y'all niggas hear me |
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If I smack the shit out this nigga, his man over here be like, "Yo |
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What nigga, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo" |
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Can get from one extreme to the next |
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And my shit always bounce like DM to the X |
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I can bring it from up here: "Enough is enough!" |
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Down to: "Aight, I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" |
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Play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles |
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Take his and hers, niggas is cursed, I get wild |
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So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry |
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I met a lot of enemies and they all like to thank me |
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Catch me when I'm sleepin with one eyed closed |
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One guy chose to doze, left one guy froze filled with hoes |
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[VERSE 2: Ja Rule] |
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It ought to be a long time before they touch this here |
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It's Gotti's consigliere, let's take it there, make a mill a year |
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Push Bentleys, ice drippin off the jewels daily |
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Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me? |
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Nigga, y'all remember, CMC 95 December |
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Fine women, illegal tender, such is life |
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When I feel like I ain't to be held, who can hold me? |
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Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me |
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Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely |
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Like so many who pushed roadie before me |
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Ja hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me |
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Inadvertenly shittin on the top 20 |
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Y'all niggas kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched |
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See, by the time y'all realize I be done touched you up |
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Blazed you up, your whole style chump, nigga, what |
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Think again if you thought if I thought I give a **** |
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[VERSE 3: Jadakiss & Styles] |
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Yo, it's pitiful, everything's political |
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But I got more rounds now, so all y'all can get a few |
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You know the shit that we be on, the three on |
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'Must be the money' like Deion that we see on |
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Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells |
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Twist l's, blow chats with the rap cartels |
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Nigga, one nation under gutter (aha) |
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LOX style (yeah) I bring it to your mother |
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Christ, you get iced if you **** with my brother |
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You know who run New York, so bump the undercovers |
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Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare |
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My niggas stick together and none of us care |
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We ain't got time for cages, doin ages |
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Thinkin of my crew holdin my two razors |
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Lockin in, lockin out, I play the block |
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Poppin up, poppin out, I like to shout |
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I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns |
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Honeys sellin crack, put this pack on your son |
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It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money |
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This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey |
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Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer |
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If it ain't a bullet, then I'ma die from cancer |
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Puff out till my lungs is gone |
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And nigga, it's a war till the guns is gone |
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[VERSE 4: Tragedy Khadafi] |
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Yeah... yo |
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Giuliani showed me to hell's another level |
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Blessed by Allah, possessed by the devil |
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Born in this crime I was sworn to do |
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Slayin you fake thugs that's performin too |
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I'ma bleed 25 till my dying day |
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Sprayin a AK till this world decay |
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If the feds wanna stay, we gon' make them pay |
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Cursin they whole life till they old and grey |
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In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit |
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Will they murder me in hell, crucify my lyrics? |
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Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it |
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All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit |
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Nothin nice 'bout a nigga when he doin his bids |
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Comin home to the next man raisin your kids |
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To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head |
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Cause niggas is gon' feel it till they cold and dead |
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[VERSE 5: Mic Geronimo] |
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Runnin with five niggas, criminal disguised niggas |
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The live niggas, pull a mac, what, surprise niggas |
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Holdin my mic stiletto-like |
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Invitin these waterhead niggas to get splashed back and take it light |
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Slided back when we're 16 my mellow my brother |
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Told me lay it back, aced back and play it mellow |
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Seein how I'm a young Othello |
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Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin black De Niro |
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A boss with this, gettin tossed with Cris |
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The gorgeous shit, we ballin flawlessly |
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Whatever y'all brothers try, but never to touch me |
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The god, heated up beyond the frequency |
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Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form |
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Here I am, if it's on then it's on |
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If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me? |
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Hold your head, we about to see... |
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Mutha****a |
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Yeah |
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Usual Suspects |
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Never suspect niggas |
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Yeah |
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What y'all thought I was gone |
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Never that |
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It's Vendetta |
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Y'all'll see |
