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B-Legit: I clear the corners like homers with the bass is strong(?) |
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They can't stand to see me with it so |
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I fakes no funk |
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No punk in my bloodline |
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Just killas and shit |
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Ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, bitch |
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It ain't easy being wealthy |
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Staying healthy |
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Knowing sucka muthufuckas they want to melt me |
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But I ain't ice cream, butter, or the cheddar cheese |
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You better peep the |
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Berreta of a nigga sleep |
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Big Bone: ' |
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Cuz they be knowin' about the city that |
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I'm comin out of |
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Check your shit |
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You might come up short of your hefty grip |
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We nightcrawlers straight underground |
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Jackin' you for your shit nigga |
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What you gonna do now? |
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When you see us niggas comin' through |
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Grab your bitch and your kids |
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We want 'em too |
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Yeah, 'cuz playaz come out when it's sunny |
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But when night time comes |
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Those playaz turn into gangstas and get they money |
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D-Day: All the time |
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I'm pumpin dope |
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For those who underestimate the propa shit |
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And won't quit until |
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I accumulate the propa grip |
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So don't trip |
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As we get with these fools who thought they knew |
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From the gate |
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Keep it straight when fuckin' with my crew ' |
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Cuz I'll be going up out my way to keep this shit straight |
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Mobb down about the town like a pancake |
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Earthquake |
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I'm shakin 'em up like my hurricane |
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Applying pressure whenever and it's a damn shame |
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Chorus(X2) |
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We spit the superfly shit |
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Makin' a bitch say hey |
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Them Sick |
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Wid' It niggas get they cash money |
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We keep them pistols and gats |
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Down for peelin' them caps ' |
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Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that |
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D-Day: Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go |
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And where they gotta be |
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One more time |
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I kick rhymes and they don't wanna see |
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Do Rae Me |
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Rippin' shit on this |
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M-I-C Down with two more muthafuckas |
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Who finna spit it see |
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Big Bone: |
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Fuckin with this rap could be bubblelicous |
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Clear the industry of guppies and goldfishes |
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We spit the super fly raps |
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Makin' a bitch say shit |
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Who the fuck could it be |
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A-1 and B- |
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Legit B-Legit: |
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They got me twisted as hell |
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It seems I see some females |
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Some long ass weaves guess jeans and lee nails |
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But I can't tell |
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The corbel ain't got me brainy |
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Bitches all stuck to my paint 'cuz |
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I'm candy |
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Hand me the muthafuckin' blunt ba-by |
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I do's a bird 35 down |
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I-Eigh-ty |
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I'm tryin' to get this bitch to the show now |
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Oh you know it go down |
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Fuckin with the t-nown bitch |
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Chorus(X2) |
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We spit the superfly shit |
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Makin' a bitch say hey |
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Them Sick |
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Wid' It niggas get they cash money |
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We keep them pistols and gats |
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Down for peelin' them caps ' |
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Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that |
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Big Bone: |
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I'm clowin' muthafuckas givin' 'em away |
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Got your whole block flooded with meth and yay |
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Tell the asian man |
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I'm on my way |
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I need major hook |
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Niggas hog moggin' |
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Tryin' to keep the whole book |
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But it don't go down like that |
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I bring the heat |
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Leave a nigga relaxing in his front seat |
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Head back like he asleep |
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With the reak of a muddy lake |
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Caught a man code 3 bring the yellow tape |
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D-Day: As |
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I get in where |
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I fit in Some funky ass shit |
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Down with niggas in my click |
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To let 'em know who they be fuckin' wit' |
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Got the shit locked down like up in |
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SQ Comin' new in '96 is what you best do |
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I test 1,2 and then |
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I straight run through |
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Up in the |
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V-A double where you best come true ' |
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Cuz I'll be choppin' up on this game like a ginsu |
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And all you bitches and tricks know what a nigga like me into |
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B-Legit: Some thousand gram units with the cash around 'em |
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I'll pour 'em out the window |
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And the task they found 'em |
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They try to get a nigga |
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But it's too much scratch |
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And fools from my camp get's down like that |
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Chorus(X4) |
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We spit the superfly shit |
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Makin' a bitch say hey |
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Them Sick |
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Wid' It niggas get they cash money |
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We keep them pistols and gats |
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Down for peelin' them caps ' |
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Cuz them niggas from my camp get's down like that |