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(feat. Big Pun, Noreaga) |
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Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin crib you heard |
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Yeah! We tryin'to get this shit poppin' over here |
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Huh, block party all that shit man "block party" |
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Come over here nigga here |
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Were is happening here's were is poppin' at baby, djayin' that shit |
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[Noreaga] |
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My nigga Rich nice told me an said get god |
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You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on |
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The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up |
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New Balance kicks and hyped up |
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Why you niggaz still acting like y'all niggaz is tough |
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I got the one weed spot, that's' the Branson stuff |
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Other niggaz talk about it but you see me with such |
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And I'm thugged out catch me with the animal bunch |
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Get head in the wip smoke animal blunts |
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G's up hoes down nigga fuck them stuts, and I'll be flippin' |
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You get a nice chick I like a chicken |
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You don't believe me ask Bill Clinton |
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Track master do that shit that y'all niggaz wouldn't |
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And Kid Capri do that shit that you niggaz couldn't |
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And I smoke green from Cali, I'm wild at the rally |
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I'm ill like shack in the paint with the alley |
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My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats |
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Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y'all tracks |
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And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks |
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We love big ass keys and y'all like little ass cracks |
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[Kid Capri] |
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I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock a knot |
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Y'all niggaz clockin' mine, cus I'm getting lots of shine |
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The Kid Capri could be the cat, that could change the face of rap |
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Let me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is were the stations at |
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The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes |
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Y'all 'spose to be the one that keep it Jumping |
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Were you standing and frontin', the Black Italian |
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Y'all chick better keep the smiling, from here to Boys Island |
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Mother fuck all the stylin' |
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Keep the hundred pallet or either sign that shit |
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Y'all niggaz pay attention on ever rhyme I wet |
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Is time legit to every time I get |
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Y'all fools is straight falling off as I climb the jet |
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The Kid Capri causing hating misery |
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Number one for a while son check the history |
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By the way all you talker pack what you got to say |
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Cus you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay |
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[Big Punisher] |
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Ayo is your man from Puerto Rico |
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That slaughter people like raw perico |
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I'm for the people, five power not a total recall |
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Look out your people on a blood shoot baby blues |
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Look at my geezmo got shot and barely made it news |
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How many crews I gotta run through when it comes through |
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Getting raw I'm the predator, I'ma Hunt you |
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Niggaz think is something sweet on the fuckin street |
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But I'll be there busting my heat, when there's nuttin' to eat |
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Fuck it I cheat cus that's the ghettos anthem |
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I know the devils laughing every time he hears somebody's metal clappin' |
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Ain't no napping in the city cus it never sleeps |
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Wake up like what happen when I bust a cap on your feather geez |
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I led at least a thousand caps, with a thousand raps |
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With how many acts, actually ever really come out of wax |
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Just a few I pull this track into best of view |
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And turn the rest of y'all corn niggaz into vege-tables |