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"Somebody tryin' to get robbed" - Sticky Fingaz *scratching* |
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"It could be you, I believe" |
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(Verse) |
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I get high and then punks is hit |
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I want dough from the Digga, I'ma wire your shit |
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Cause Maseen gave me shells and a black three eighty |
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I roll through your block and if you clock, punk pay me |
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I straight jack because it pays like lotto |
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I know you got loot, I want the cash and the bottles |
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I peep the scene and then tax 'em clean |
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Getting bitches for they dough at the MAC Machine |
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Me and Yah, all my niggas call us Two Live Crew |
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We hit Mickey Ds and get cars at the drive through |
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Fuck automatics, we wait 'til a stick come |
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Get him, hit doughnuts, and when the 5-0 come, DICK 'EM |
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Take them down Prince where they got no wins |
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Word to my Timbs, I want the amps and the rims |
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And fuck that, undercovers come and get snuffed black |
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They shootout with my click cause we be busting the fuck back |
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(Boom, bap, boom ahahahaha *gunshots*) Motherfuckers |
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"It could be you I believe" - Sticky Fingaz |
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(Verse) |
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I'm known for jacking in the Tri-State borough |
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Taking little niggas on sticks if they thorough |
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We hit fools after school for they dollars |
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Then hit the college and hit punks for they wallets |
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We want everything from dough to clothes |
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Hit the train, go to parks and get 5.0s |
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I be making them drives, with the gats by my nuts |
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Like put it in first, and leave your foot on the clutch |
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I hopped out the Jack true, double like Yakoo |
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Came back in a 5-0 and had my man straight gaffled |
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(All right, step out of the car and put your hands on the hood) |
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(Verse) |
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I had to think then evacuate |
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I hit a few alleys then hopped the gate |
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Caught the bus like damn, watch 5-0 try to hit him |
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And scare him to death until his mom comes get him |
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He's 17 so he might not snitch |
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Or I'ma air his ass out little punk ass bitch |
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Two weeks done passed, my black ass got drunk |
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Nodding on the ave, off a bag of funk |
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Like WORD UP, I start tasting Topp roties |
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Opened my eyes and got rushed by the Police |
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(All right, we got you now, don't make a move, we know it was you, stay down) |
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(Verse) |
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I bust one lip, tried to reach for my clip |
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Cause if I go back to jail I'm looking at a ten stick |
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I'm ready to die, cause that's what troopin' is all about |
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But they lit my ass up and I'm out (Gun shots) |
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"It could be you I believe" - Sticky Fingaz *scratching* |
