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Niggaz claim to be hard |
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But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest nigga out of your squad |
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Type to get stuck up, start prayin to God |
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Like if I don't get popped, I'm in a Mas' with a law |
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No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things |
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As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams |
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[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch] |
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"Know what I mean?" |
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[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] |
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Niggaz claim to be tough, shit, that's a bluff |
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Niggaz know if they solo in the club wouldn't budge |
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Since you with your man all of a sudden you a thug |
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That comes with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, nigga |
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Everybody "2Pacalypse Now" |
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But everybody hate the thought six feet down |
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And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough |
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You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps |
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Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps |
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Lucky the hospital in that nigga's trunk, that's what you want? |
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[Break] |
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[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] |
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Niggaz still kills me |
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Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a movie |
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Niggaz don't move me |
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Y'all niggaz' faker than a bitch with implants in her tits and booty |
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How the **** you gon' shoot me |
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When you got the clip backwards in the Uzi? |
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Niggaz feel they real thugs, then feel them real slugs |
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And feel that the streets, really wasn't for us |
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Y'all cats is really hilarious |
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But ain't shit funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance come |
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[Break] |
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[Verse 4 - Obie Trice] |
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The bullet strikes your dome |
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For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a zone |
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After that you're gone, everybody lookin |
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Niggaz and bitches, everybody shook and |
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Homicide late, chalk in the pavement |
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Around your physique, in the streets you're layin |
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Your baby mama screamin, bitch went hoarse |
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'Cause your life was divorced at one forty-four |
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A.M., ambulance here [siren], can't save 'em |
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You at the County Morgue by six in the a.m. |
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Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn |
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She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone |
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Tryin to be strong |
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She at the County Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on |
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Screamin "my baby!" |
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All 'cause your stupid ass wanna be crazy |
