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Intro: Doap |
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AOTP man this a warning shot |
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Next time (Warning shot nigga what) |
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Verse 1: Doap |
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MC's be bossed niggas is everywhere the streets is ate out |
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Them get rich overnight niggas is played out word |
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Lick up a shot for Big and Pac plus Big L and Big Pun |
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All the real niggas miss 'em |
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The day they died so many L's got twist up |
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The day big died I seen the east coast bitch up |
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Everybody want to ride or die stay fly get high |
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Even though them niggas pockets are dry |
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And lean back and fingers snap |
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And at the same time talk about slingin crack |
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They lookin sweet as fuck nigga we G'd up |
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We don't talk trash clap your dumb-ass while you leaned up |
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A hundred g and truck got plans keep it up |
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Doap why ya kicks so clean cause my feet is up |
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With the whole Army you can tell that its |
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Doap by the Universal flag on the lapel of my coat |
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Hook |
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(Scratching) |
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(KTK) Kenny the Kid |
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Verse 2: King Syze |
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Yeah, King Syze |
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I only perform when the stakes is high |
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And it everything to loose when the game is right |
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Playin Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun |
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And we flip to see whose first who gon' run |
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Fifty chance you live fifty chance you die |
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Put them stakes up on yo plate you as sweet as pie |
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Put my life on the line I'ma double my pay |
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If not the Army man we bringin trouble yo way |
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The main question who really fuckin wit Dave |
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You figure it out my clout is the size of a tidal wave |
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Niggas them other dudes when the get in the booth |
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Lotta heads want lyrics I just want the truth |
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I went from East Oak to Allegheny now I live in Kensington its all Philly man |
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The places that I've ever been |
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I'm as good as they come plus as real as they get |
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Lay low for awhile how easy they forget man |
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Scratching |
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Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild |
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Yeah, took a few L's but I act like I'm undefeated |
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Rap only for the money cause I fuckin need it |
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Ya'll trash talk but when I stop ya don't repeat it |
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Lift up the asphalt put you underneath it |
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I wit Doap nigga QD official |
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We don't throw 16's these nigga's throw missiles |
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How you gonna put an album out with no disc crew? |
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How the fuck you gotta body count with no pistol? |
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You never pushed the blade through bone let alone tissue |
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You a young buck tryin to deal with grown issues |
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I'm 5'7" 220 you got no gristle |
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You tryin to move a mountain but you ain't fit too |
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I'm not a politician so I don't party with em |
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I'm just tryin to leave em sea sick like tsunami victims |
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This ain't knowledge wisdom this is violence spittin |
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Warning shot call the cops stop ya bitchin |
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Scratching |
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Doap man I think its time to take the world over |
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I'm with you. |
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Verse 3: Planetary |
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This just a warnin we tormentin yo informant |
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Informin that we swarmin |
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I'm Norman Bates in the coffin |
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Caughin blood spittin up residue from the rugers |
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I unloosened Medusa with speedin cheetahs and cougars |
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Move smoother than Satchel swingin bats in the castle |
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Wrestle with alligators these haters is fragile |
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I need to battle me a nation of killahs |
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With werewolves and hounds, gray apes and gorillas |
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I'm an animal activatin the cannons full |
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I throw grenades and arsenals by the handful |
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I'm handball in the ghetto school yards in the '80s |
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I take back every rap I dedicate to my babies |
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Spit crazy Planet he needs medication |
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My legislation legalize dope with no hesitation |
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Sour Diesel over take a whole crowd of people |
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It's Pharaoh shit injected through the eye of a needle |
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Scratching: |
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What the fuck is he thinking about |
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We the kings niggah |
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Verse 4: King Magnetic |
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The warnin shot is a jab a neck grab a two piece |
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Cold shoulder that won't blow over in two weeks |
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New beef is baby cattle grazer Jacob's arrow |
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Gauge this maybe that'll razor |
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I stay with Pharaohs blazin they be raskin baited |
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Maybe thats who grade it they be fast to say shit |
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They be lackin patience I be smackin faces |
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There's still shooters on my resume |
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Targetin stuff like Tresume or maybe Herbal Essences |
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Bless em with verbal messages I got 5 years when the lessened it |
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The lesson is unless it is investin not cash stressin em |
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Pussy hittin 9-1-1 I'm not pressin em |
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To anyone whose semigun or end yo hemi buzzin |
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Or buggin and they judge em or they ain't budgin |
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Then I drug em like a dozen signs singed by yo cousins little cover |
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Hard to stomach hard to feel these rappers thuggin |
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Hook: Scratching |
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Warning shot warning warning shot |
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warning shot warning warning shot |
