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You refreshed, don't want no static |
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I stretch my blow like elastic, what you need tycoon? |
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Yaper or plastic, my back against the wall |
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Hubba rocks in my jaw, mouth full of spinach fetti |
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Fetch'n go-getters, hitters on my team on my squad |
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Ready to smash you niggaz; ready to do our job |
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In the cut with them 16-year-olds that I recruit |
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Ready to bust a nigga shit, you better not hit dip or boot |
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I spit, nothin but the best of the sloop |
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The soil, the gutter, the unrecouped |
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I'm slick like this like I look (like I look) |
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I ain't gotta touch it no mo', even though I used to cook |
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The book of sugar, the tragic magic, the plastic, the habit |
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(Habit) The fiends gotta have it (gotta have it) |
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MAYYYYYYN (MAYYYYN) is my favorite (is my favorite) |
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Not from New England, but I pack a Patriot (Patriot) |
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[Chorus: Rankin Scroo] |
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Alright, yo! |
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Bwoy if ya run up, then ya get done up |
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Run come test, I will bust your shit |
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Yo you betta splurt, before ya get 'urt |
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Back up offa dis or I'm gon' bust your shit |
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Yo you don't be 'round me I could bust your shit |
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Take my chip me I'm gon' bust your shit |
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Run off your lip me I'm gon' bust your shit |
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Bust your shit, me I'm gon' bust your shit aiyyo |
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[B-Legit] |
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Check it, yo yo, yeah, aiyyo |
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I'm from the block where the lil' deuce cock back |
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No need to stop there, go 'head, go on and act like you act |
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Gloves be black, plus I feed bleed with mac |
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One or two stacks, put yo' head on no fix flat |
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With no getback, I get back to where the bricks at |
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Serve birds and from the curb serve Kit-Kat |
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Split that, feel that, and then I hit that |
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Big back, whole bunches know I spent that |
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I'm a boss on location, vacation for the whole unit |
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Hundred grand let 'em know I'm doin it |
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Hundred man's what I'm crewin it |
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Put my foot with the ankle and the shoe in it |
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You can bust yo' guns but now I bust yo' lip |
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And that's Click spit so don't you trip (HOEE!) |
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We stay high and we move zips |
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And only cop Bents fully loaded when they come with the kits |
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[Chorus] |
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[E-40] |
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Bumpin your gums'll get your pumpkin put on display (on display) |
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Off with his head he wasn't usin it anyway |
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I told him to park his tongue but he kept on jaw-jackin and shit |
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Pillowtalkin and motormouthin and tryin to impress that bitch |
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Thinkin he bulletproof, just drunk a fifth of courage juice |
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Outside of the party loose, with a empty bottle of Grey Goose |
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Mad dog'n and talkin loud, feelin his Wheaties and oats (oats) |
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Comin at a player sideways in front of my cutthroats |
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I said, "This nigga just high, give that nigga a pass |
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Don't take that nigga life," but he kept on talkin trash |
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I walked away and laughed (ha ha) but he knew he had it comin |
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That lil' nigga startin bustin, this lil' nigga started runnin |
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Rrrrrrrrah, rrrrrrrrah, left his ass leakin |
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With a hole in his chest and his head on the pavement gaspin for air bleedin |
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And he cain't believe it, one night'll change your life forever |
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Disrespect a pimp and I'ma bust yo' shit! Uhh |
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[Chorus] |
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[Rankin Scroo] |
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Yo, me spit the writ, me Sic'Wid It, me ready to bust your shit |
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Fit me fit yes me physical fit |
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In de mornin when me wake up get me rule pon' strip |
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I am a true playa, me love the music |
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Fassi why ya me chew, you is a nitwit |
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You talk more shit den {?} |
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If ya keep on talkin y'all gon' get ya head split |
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Run rudebwoy before me bust your shit, shi-di-di-dit |
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[E-40] |
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Let me explain to ya |
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See I've been analyzin the whole shit right |
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I mean it's like |
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If a nigga get out of line a nigga bust your shit right? |
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That's real talk, e'rybody know that right? |
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But at the same time, you can't underestimate a mother****er |
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A nigga might just look a certain way |
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A mother****er might have a certain look that he got on his face |
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You can never underestimate, the regular mother****er mayne |
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Cause you don't know who that nigga cousin is |
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You don't know who that nigga family is mayne |
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A nigga'll bust yo' shit nigga, you just don't know this shit nigga |
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All they gotta do is give the word, y'knahmean? |
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All you old niggaz, all you young niggaz! |
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You don't know who these O.G. niggaz is plugged with |
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You young niggaz, and all the old and all the old niggaz |
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don't know, who the young niggaz is plugged with |
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It's mother****in, it's a mother****in uhh, ripple effect |
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This shit go 'round and 'round like a merry-go-round mayne |
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You hit this nigga, that nigga gon' hit you |
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You hit him, he gon' hit you |
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His family gon' hit you, his family gon' hit this family |
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It's gon' go on and on forever mayne |
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That's what bust a nigga shit is mayne |
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But we gon' tear this shit off mayne, y'knahmean? |
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We quick to step on a nigga toe, and say excuse me to the nigga |
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And the nigga get quick to say, nigga I'ma kill you {*echoes*} |