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(Intro) |
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And now for a lil' bit of the blues |
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(Hook) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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We make all the ladies sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground (take me) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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It makes all the people sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground, Chucky Smash! |
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(Verse: Chucky Smash) |
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Now it's about to be a massacre, musically |
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I's a mask of the technique, supreque, triple to yo three beat |
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On beat like a hook, gettin' money like a crook |
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Now ? gettin' my smokes and sips at the store |
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O'Jegga, legend on the block, it's a street thing |
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Niggas gettin' cash and ass, what a sweet thing |
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Temptation is the creation of the nation of thugs and potheads |
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You the fibered eyes red, so |
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All hail King Pin to a big scale, step |
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Digital compute, all angles gettin' loot |
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The concrete profit jumpin' to yo cinnamon |
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Street corner, block stoner, hardcore like cement |
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It's evident for the ladies and gents |
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We gettin' bent, soldiers, give me a moment |
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Cats the tollen, pocket swollen |
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Twist a cap, bust a bottle |
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Get the smoke star rollin' |
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(Hook) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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We make all the ladies sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground (take me) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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It makes all the people sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground, Cee-Low! |
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(Verse: Cee-Low) |
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Aye, yo, we Bronx originators, killin' perpetrators |
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Real live niggas, no cold balls or imitators |
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New York city is where it don't stop, yo |
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The sky's forever gray, one great big cooking pot |
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Drams and o's lead to afe's and bricks |
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My crew's on blocks, crazy cashin' chips |
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Nike kick and tenn's, poppin' late night jams |
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Microphones get it up with BBS rims |
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Cool like Kerp and Dat sippin' on the Guinness |
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But planes that land in Africa - spaghetti inventors |
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Dipped it fresh in the Avarex and guess |
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Plus ? mucho finnesse |
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Hustlin' ass? for a styles, we step(?) |
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No phone communicatin', all the lines is tapped |
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I'm deemin', like a beemer, pushing another classic |
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Cee-Low steppin' off and packin' gents like traffic |
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(Hook) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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We make all the ladies sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground (take me) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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It makes all the people sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground, Molecules! |
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(Verse: Molecules) |
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Now it's the gangsta life, capeel? Can you deal? |
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Rub me the wrong way, you feel the real from the steel |
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I make dimes outta nickels, we need more brothers |
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Like Rich Porter, Nicky Barnes and Sickle |
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Guard youth with the two(?), I'm still down with the old-school |
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That make the rules like power rules |
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Corrodes regards for bitch stars, crow rims and thousands |
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It's a corpse outta housin' |
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Laptop, computers, for my kids |
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The commissary for all my niggas doin' bids |
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I need stacks of G's, push six hundred Coupes with ? |
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I want it all, like the Japanese |
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And like time, I can't be stopped |
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I was runnin' thru Bronx, wiggle with Bam |
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Drop planet rock |
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The mike's a King V Blazer |
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I don't worry if I drop it straight |
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On the mobile, cause I got no bridge! (?) |
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(Hook) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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We make all the ladies sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground (take me) |
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It's just a street thing that we bring |
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It makes all the people sing (take me) |
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We holdin' down the fort, no shorts, lock down |
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We holdin' our ground, The Legion! (take me) |
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(Take me) (Take me) (Take me) |
