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(feat. Panch) |
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Nah you know what we gotta do? We gotta do - HINEY! |
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The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me |
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Same Team, No Games" |
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(feat. H. Staxx, NYG'z) |
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[NYG'z] |
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Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff |
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The new millennium, hide them a beef |
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Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience |
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'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations |
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The streets still holler about how strong I am |
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Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am |
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As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke |
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Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow |
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Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless |
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In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit |
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I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary |
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Filled with pages of episodes and shying me |
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Nonbeliever I hammer for hire |
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Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire |
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Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar |
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Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride |
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[H. Staxx] |
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Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains |
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Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine |
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Got no shame |
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Trying to blow these figures |
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Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us |
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Not in the physical through us he live |
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I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG |
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Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over |
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And yelling "Ether", "Blowout" and "Takeover" |
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I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot |
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Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you |
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How you love that |
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Don't want to blow with Staxx |
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So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up |
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"It's the Militia" |
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Yall niggaz don't know about I |
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Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high |
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Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising |
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Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift |
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[NYG'z] |
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Whenever we stand together, down for whatever |
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Divided we get at you from more angles |
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Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games |
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Love is love fame one in the same |
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Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain |
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Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change |
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Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained |
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Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame |
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Subject them to pain, make them respect |
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The name, the set you rep, connects you get |
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Stay ready to bang |
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Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim |
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H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain |
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My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain |
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Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame |
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Play it for keeps, we came to win |
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[Guru] |
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YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit |
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And just so you know, we never liked you kid |
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Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat |
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I'm gonna convene with my team before |
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We gotta let the trigger speak |
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'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon |
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Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me |
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Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam |
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We taking back the rest of our land |
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And we don't really care if they say you are the shit |
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They playing your hits |
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We about to make our way in this biz |
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And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season |
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In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason |
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Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here |
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Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here |
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Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread |
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Same team, no games |
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You underground trying to fake dead |
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[scratching by DJ Premier repeats] |
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Let, let, let the games begin |
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My dick about killin, never been about game |
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When there wasn't pussy, there was always my haind |
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Nine and a half-'ll get you in a dame |
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Anything less is just a GOD DAMN SHAME! |
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Check my balls, my shit got blue wrinkles on the face |
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.. for them bitches who had the nerve to put me out they place |
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In they HINEY |
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The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me |
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And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! |
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I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle |
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One hand on the whistle |
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One.. one-eyed monster hit you |
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Make it slick, BITCH, my dick game's OFFICIAL! |
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Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin |
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The world is earthquakin |
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My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! |
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UH-OH! HINEY! |
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The bitch said, "Panch stand behind me |
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And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! |
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[imitating the beat] When I bust a nut, it say |
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[imitating the beat] On her HINEY! |
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[laughter and applause] |
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(That's some brilliant shiznit, yo! Aiyyo!) |
