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Pick it up, pick it up (4x) |
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If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker |
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What the fuck you gon do |
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Pick it up, pick it up (3x) |
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Verse one: |
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While i crack a cold beck's and keep the hoes in check |
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The double-s vest nigga wreck the discotheque |
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Sit back relax and while my squad kick tacks |
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Then tap your man back and be like "did you see that??" |
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Ahh yes, comin from the north south east west |
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Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess |
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We bless, mics, three times a day |
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Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels |
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Strictly laughing at mc's |
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Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep |
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Niggaz be like "ahh he changed his style up" |
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Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah |
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It's nine-six so get with it |
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Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other squad was hit-tin |
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Listen, must we forget, i originated |
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All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit |
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That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit |
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Brick city!! is where i get down kid |
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Peace to all my buddah smokers on prince |
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Fuck what ya heard, brick city runs shit |
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Ppp got the glocks and tecs |
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And def squad always got some fly shit on deck |
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Say what? got some fly shit on deck |
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Say what? got some fly shit on deck |
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Ppp got the glocks and tecs |
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And def squad always got some fly shit on deck |
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Verse two: |
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First of all, mc's be on my balls, straight up |
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Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up |
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Bay area, roll up your las vegas |
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To all mc's, i love it that you hate us |
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Drop skills that might send wind chill factors |
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Back through patterson, j.c. and hacken-sack |
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Step uncorrect and get blackened |
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The assassin, find da mc's by the jazz men |
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I don't tote guns i tote funds |
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While you still puzzled how my antidote runs |
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Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it |
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Still wack if it came out my mouth and i spit it |
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You remind me of school on a sunday |
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No class, beatin all king's down |
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Doin over seventy, in a hyundai, blast |
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Give em a good reason to open alcatraz |
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Back, nobody got the red shook |
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Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said push |
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Def squad skills make it hard to overlook me |
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That's why them hardcore promoters still book me |
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You shook g... word up... hah hah... |
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If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker |
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What the fuck you gon do |
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Pick it up, pick it up |
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If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground |
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What the fuck you gon do |
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Pick her up, pick her up |
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I keep it fly y'all |
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Fly fly y'all (5x) |
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Verse three: |
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Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real mc's |
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We pull joints like spike and blow crews to degrees |
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Then we buy g's with a half a pound of dope mc's |
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We bag for cheese just to get weed |
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Smoke indoneez i'm milky like magnese |
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Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves |
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Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts |
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Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch |
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At courts, f-u-n-k-d-o-c |
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S-p-o-t, feel the solo type remedy |
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Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah |
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Where was i? oh yes |
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Sippin on cristal with fingers up your bitch dress |
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Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc |
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Another nigga smoked from impression |
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Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin |
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Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped |
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And i still walk around with the hooked up |
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Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government |
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Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic |
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How i stay mo' big than mcdonald arches |
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And uptown got the la-la spots |
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And bad ass hoes with 54-11 reeboks |
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But still, i walk around with the grill |
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Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real |
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I ain't havin that, i'm clappin shit |
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Fuck this rappin shit, i cause accidents |
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To any, mc who wonder what got in me |
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To get busy, it's simply ginger and remi |
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It don't stop, def squad crew is hot |
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Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on |
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*static from radio surfing* |
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Thanks bill |
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This week on nin, niggers in newark |
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We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots |
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That my camera crew and i had a chance to visit |
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During our stay in da bricks |
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Although we suffered minor setback this week |
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When our tv satellite van was stolen |
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We managed to get around best way possible |
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We had chances to see spots like |
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Hawthorne ave, hayes homes, south orange ave |
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Avon ave, 19th ave, chancellor and bergen |
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19th and one-duke; hey if you look closely right now |
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There's someone about to go for their drugs |
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Or as they would say, stash |
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Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs? |
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[redman] |
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Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam* |
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This here, is the telephone line |
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Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of newark |
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Ladies and gentlemen, what i will try to do |
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Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress |
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Shhh... |
