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And y'all thought it was over (Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga) |
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We ready to |
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Rock & Roll |
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God damn it? (**** Yeah) |
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Dirty Jers'/ |
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New Jerusaluem (Shaolin) |
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Naughty by |
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Nature mother****ers (Wu-Tang my niggaz) |
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Grab your hat bitch (C'mon!) [Hook: Method Man] |
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Dum-dum-dum there they go [x4] [Treach] |
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Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism |
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Journalism, the |
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Moses writin', graffitti on the state prison |
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Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit |
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Hate related, he's the closest that |
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I lost since |
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Pac (Tupac) |
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Got the glock blown, ready to |
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Rock & Roll |
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Give me a shot that go up the most |
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Cop the blow, nock us no |
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Finger **** the fair place, that's in the stairway |
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Gut a mother****er, gotta die to get airplay |
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If I can't spray the airwaves, like a great |
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AK You stay where you lay babe, "**** you" is what |
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I dare say |
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Hatin' niggaz cuz it ain't passion for rappin' or axin' |
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So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'? |
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What's that? |
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The clappin', they'rekidnappin' |
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Sergeants and |
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Captains I'll be mackin' and actin' like a nigga scratchin' for super passion (Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon!) [Chorus: Treach (Method Man)] |
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Rotten and dazed cuz |
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I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye) |
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World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo |
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Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel |
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Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo |
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Ready to Rock & |
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Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) { |
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Ready to Rock & |
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Roll} Ready to |
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Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) { |
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Ready to Rock & |
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Roll} Ready to |
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Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) { |
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Ready to Rock & |
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Roll} [Method Man] |
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M.C.'s have the right to remain silent |
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Everything you say can and will be held against y'all punk muh'****ers |
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And Mef can only trust ya as far as |
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I can see ya |
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Me need ya? |
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That'll be the.. day, ya bustas |
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Son suffer, the consequences, for askin' |
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Competition get an ass kickin' so tremendous |
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I throw my draws in it |
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Who representin' for |
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The Projects tennants since |
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Day One? Shit is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son |
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Like niggaz when the police department come |
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Yes y'all, |
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Mef y'all, stank ass an' all |
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I'm too off the hook it don't make no sense to call 1-900- |
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Eat-shit, |
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I get get my cobra cock |
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Might death blow, close your eye [Chorus] [Redman] |
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Ready to Rock & |
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Roll, I lock your load |
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I blow the block some mo' |
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Undercover like sellin' cops some blow |
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Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell |
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Orangutang, |
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I throw it up like gang members |
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Crunk as ****, walkin' in with the pump tucked |
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Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts |
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How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5 |
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I ride with tools |
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I made out of school supplies |
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I show you it's not serious for y'all |
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Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble) |
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You niggaz know when you pissed 'em off |
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I turn gorilla with football equipment on |
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Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, |
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I'm 'bout to tap ya foul |
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Danger, when the last |
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Rotten Rascal out |
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Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now |
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An' I'm straight facin', you niggaz can't ask around [Chorus x2] |