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Just keep away |
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Go on, it's not your fight |
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It's not yours nigga, fall back |
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I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up |
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Yeah, this is a family thing |
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We gon' handle our business and shit |
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These mutha****as know not to come around here like that |
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This is real shit, real talk |
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Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga |
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This is family shit |
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Who the **** said family ain't family no more, nigga? |
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This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet |
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Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men |
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Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins |
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Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese |
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Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck |
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The streets don't know my peeps |
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Jumpin' out of |
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UPS trucks, blowin' niggaz off they feet |
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With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on fo-fo's |
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My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like |
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Paul Wall's |
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Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's |
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The film look hyper when |
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I clap 'em in slo mo' |
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Ya'll still payin' the mob? |
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We whip niggaz out like waffle batter |
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Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds |
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Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch |
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Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat |
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Think not, we still run the trains, till the condom pop |
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On the low, we still ****in' them cops |
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Pretty things from all precincts, |
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Friday nights |
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We holdin' they glocks |
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This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me |
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Next up, my little man, |
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I hand you the jammy |
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You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is |
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S.I.N.Y., where the animals live |
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Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs |
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I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig |
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I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid" |
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I could do what |
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I want, doin' dirt, not servin' a bid |
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You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched |
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From the grandpops, down to the kids |
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And my time, |
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I'm officially here, tell ya man |
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Go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears |
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Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz niggaz is scared |
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Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs |
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I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop |
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Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks |
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And my fam at the tippity top, |
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I won't stop |
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Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets |
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Juks everythin', dice games, mini markets |
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Fam gon' spark it, |
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I'ma take whatever is in the pockets |
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Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels' |
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Cuz you shinin', begets and the diamonds |
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Never deny niggaz with iron, yo |
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Aiyo, chillin' with the |
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Ceasar crew |
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We can smoke, all in the halls |
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It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on |
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All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets |
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This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods |
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Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up |
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Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' |
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A high tech extremist, |
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Gatorade, paid ya boy some money |
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To lay up on the low, swinging beamers |
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I need to be an actor,but instead, |
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I'd rather be in |
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HempsteadAll of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers |
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So much beef in these whoppers |
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Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers |
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What? What? |
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The family remains 'cuz it's grain |
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It's automatic, |
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I live it and |
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I claim it |
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It's real, come around here, you bought here |
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Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick |
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Aiyo, we hug the block on |
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President's |
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DaySwingin' all year round, gettin' that money the |
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American way |
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Might run up in yo weddin', grab the reverend and spray |
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And let the shots for whatever they may |
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This is family, nigga, minus the mob size |
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The resurrection of |
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Toney Starks and |
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Trife Dies', starrin' in |
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Part 5Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question |
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Try'na play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions |
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Look you starin' in the eyes of oppression |
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That's why |
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I ride with protection extended clips |
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Super sizing my weapons, five eleven, keep the heat tucked |
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That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux |
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Get buried in ya cheap tux' |
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We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up |
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Been through a hundred towns,and runnin', beatin' the streets up |
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Come up north in |
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New York, down in |
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Miami, pumpin' |
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At a table, breakin' bread like a family |
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Florida, where we follow the code of the streets |
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And breakin' the beats and we takin' the east |
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Never the least, we invadin' the streets |
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Shakin' the beast, we familiar for life |
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We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life |
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My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice |
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Some of my fam might snatch ya ice |
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Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work |
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Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill |
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Wanna spark the dutch |
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Wizard my fam, that stuck you up |
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I got fam that'll **** you up |
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Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck |
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Osama Island, we been wildin', see the violence |
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We display talent, respect balance, nigga, |
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ShaolinIt's a family |