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Nigga, nigga, nigga |
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P and Bone nigga |
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Ughhhhhhh |
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And we gone kill ya |
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Till we dead and gone nigga |
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[Master P] |
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I couldn't gang bang |
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With crips and bloods |
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But i could stand on the corner |
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Wit killas and drugs |
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They healing |
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Outlaws that reaching for souls |
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We ghetto niggas |
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600, Fearris, and Rolls |
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We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it |
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I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy |
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We gon hang niggas |
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We gon bang niggas |
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We gon slang niggas |
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Cause we trigger niggas |
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Banger got cheese nigga |
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Never fall nigga |
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Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga |
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Cause I'm a soldier |
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No Limit finest |
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Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds |
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Uhh - uhh |
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Hit 'em up nigga |
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Get 'em get 'em get 'em |
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Miss me I'ma split 'em |
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Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em |
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Uhh - uhh |
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Or else East 99 will get with 'em |
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[Chorus - Master P] |
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[Layzie Bone] |
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Little Lay done traveled around the world |
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Caught a few cases |
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Seen so many faces and so many places |
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Ace this game |
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Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis |
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Give me my spaces |
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Show me some love though |
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Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo" |
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Could you do me that and I'll hit you back |
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Little nig just don't know where my thugs at |
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Some at the track on the back chrome gat |
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Some around the corner selling that crack |
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Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong |
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Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone |
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May they rest in peace |
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My nigga sleep |
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Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased |
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Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E |
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T-Rock got shot |
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Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed |
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For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land |
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Putting it down for the nation of thugs man |
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So you understand |
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Now whats wrong with your game |
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Wounds be getting to shooting |
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Fuck the law |
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Keep packing that steel |
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Real real when your riding the feel just chill |
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And peace will be still |
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Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans |
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Across the sea and ocean |
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Master P and Bone thugs |
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Coast to coast |
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We steadily rolling putting it down |
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[Chorus - Master P] |
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[Krayzie Bone] |
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Niggas niggas if you with me |
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Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car |
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Reach in the back for the AK |
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Okay |
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Lets see if you ready for war |
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Scoping the target |
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Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it |
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Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs |
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Shit |
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Bitch hear me ticking |
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I'm bound to blow |
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Nigga better get on the floor |
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Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank |
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Look in my eyes |
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They so surprised |
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Cause they must have thought I was studio |
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What do ya know |
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Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up |
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Aw shit |
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Here come the police |
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Now tell me what it is you want? |
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I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot |
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Lets get it on |
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Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps |
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Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back |
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Fucked up |
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We wouldn't of had to resort to violence |
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But man the nigga was raised that way |
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And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today |
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But what can I say? |
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I picked a fucked up game to play |
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So I gotta get up and move out |
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Face the shoot out |
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So I'll be on my way |
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[Chorus - Master P] |
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[Wish Bone] |
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Yeah yeah |
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In the mist of the ghetto |
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When I fly ride by die |
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Niggas wanna let go |
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It's a pain just to maintain |
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But it's a shame cause I do the same thing |
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Still from the streets |
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Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E |
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Yeahhh |
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We the Mo Thug warriors warriors |
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Fuck them stories that them haters be telling |
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Huh |
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You run up we murder ya |
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Stressed out niggas on weed |
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Fuck niggas don't like me and police |
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I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end |
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All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends |
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Make ends |
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Anyday can be your last one |
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Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns |
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Don't you wanna have some fun |
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Come come |
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Bloody red red rum |
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[Flesh-N-Bone] |
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Me telling ya |
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Yeah |
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See me and my niggas we down for whatever |
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Yah heard me? |
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No matter the cause |
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Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income |
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Ya'll get fifth thugs |
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Your nigga thats ready for war |
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Lets battle |
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Stepping with cannons |
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Come with my handbook |
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Niggas with (?) |
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But if you choose you lose |
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Them niggas will fucking fool |
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Come and get a abused |
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If you've paid your dues |
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My niggas you've learned the golden rule |
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You gotta do what you gotta do |
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But priceless |
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So many done test don't try me |
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(?) |
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Niggas come to stay tru |
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Digging his grave |
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They dieing |
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They recognize the Cles from C-L-E |
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Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans |
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My niggas at No Limit |
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Gotta make more cheese |
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It's Bone and P |
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[Chorus - Master P] |
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[Master P] |
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Ha ha |
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P and Bone nigga |
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Yah heard me? |
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And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga |
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This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us |
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Yah heard me? |
