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(feat. Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch) [Intro: Capone] |
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I just had to say that right there |
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Rae I just have to say you my nigga, understand? |
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It don't get no realer than this, man |
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Let's slow the fuck down |
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You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Hook x2: Polite] |
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Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load |
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Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode |
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Yo from Y. |
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O. to Q.B. they bang this shit |
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Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [Intro continues overlapped by Chorus] |
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Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin' |
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Yo you know we shoot you down, man |
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Ice Water |
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Inc., yeah! |
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Territory, nigga |
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Millitainment, |
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Y.O Yeah, yeah |
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Yeah yeah eh yo [Capone] |
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Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe |
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It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? |
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I'm tryin' to get this money, right? |
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So I move cautiously |
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You more frauds, you see? |
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I'ma live bossy |
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Way out on |
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Fantasy Island with |
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Mr. Roth, |
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B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) |
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I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury |
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Will block the shots, that's simple, |
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I dented a tomb for style |
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A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes |
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Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses |
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Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, |
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I ride on rinses |
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Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace |
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Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face |
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Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! |
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I scramble anywhere in |
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Shaolin, right in |
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Castalano buildin' [Chorus x2: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time] |
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Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? |
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We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up |
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Q.B., what up? |
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Y.O., what up? |
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Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Sheek Louch] |
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Eh yo I'm a motherfuckin' |
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Nigga Wit an |
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Attitude Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed |
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Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food |
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Throwin' Purple |
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Tape off for me to get in the mood |
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Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid? |
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I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket |
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White tee on, a light |
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G. on These bitches you wife and the |
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God try pee on |
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I don't care if it's a gram or brick |
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I'ma make it sell, get off my dick |
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Pump or the |
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Desert E., take your pick |
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Money too long, the case won't stick |
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D-Block niggas fuck with |
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Rae Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day |
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Tough guys and all that but |
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I know that you pay |
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And I don't give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] |
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Body specialist, full cam |
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F50 with vans |
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A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams |
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If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers |
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Listen, it's grown men in the town, niggas is their's |
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Fluck niggas, |
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I cut niggas, stuck niggas |
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Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business |
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You in this? |
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We non-shoulder style, son, relentless |
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They four lettered me |
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Chef, nigga get down |
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Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you |
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Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you |
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I'm just a business head ridin' with visual |
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Don't force me to put out ya head |
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One for the money, two for the crime round up |
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Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up |
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Let's form an army millenia, |
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Ice Water! |
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From Q.B. to |
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Y.O. with |
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Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Chorus x2] [Break x4: Raekwon singing] |
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We gon' ride for our team |
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My niggas'll kill you [Outro over break: Polite] |
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For the team, nigga |
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My niggas kill you, nigga |
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Y'all niggas want war? |
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Nigga pop up! |
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Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga |
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Death before dishonor, you heard me? |
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The motherfuckin' |
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Lex Diamond |
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Story Y'all niggas better wake the fuck up! |
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Yeah, Ice |
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Water Inc., you heard me? |
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D-Block, what up? |
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Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? |
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Yeah, yeah.. my niggas'll kill you, nigga! |
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Bitch-ass niggas! |