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(feat. Ice-T, Suspectz) |
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[short movie sample] |
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[Chorus: Guru] |
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We got underground connections, the best ones |
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No stress son, come test son, you'll get done |
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When you be stickin out your chest son |
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Underground connections, the best ones |
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Come test son, you'll get done |
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So don't be stickin out your chest son |
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[Ice-T] |
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So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack again |
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Catch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM |
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Fuckin it all, I blow a million on craps |
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Done spent a million on straps, so I'm heavily heated |
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Never had a bitch on yo' dick kid, though I know you need it |
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Mia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you can't count the amount |
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And kid them extra bitches in your video don't count |
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I never lied on a record, I put that on my son |
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If my niggaz caught me frontin, they've cut out my tongue |
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Well connected baby bitch nigga, ya can't run far |
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My riders know where the little and the big cribs are |
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It ain't the funds ya got, but how long ya got it |
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It ain't the guns ya got, but how much ya shot it |
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I'll look you deep in your eyes like I ain't never done a record |
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Step up all on ya bitch and have the hooker butt-nekkid |
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With the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga" |
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"Fuck-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga" |
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If I was as hard as you sound, I'd be stuck deep in the hole |
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Still when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya gold |
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Grabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency do's |
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Endin the shows, bodies on the disco flo's |
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[Chorus] |
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[Sonny Blade] |
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Yo, yo |
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As far as it go, fuck with fams, it's kilos to grams |
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The circumstance, the way it's goin down, accordin to plan |
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This gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shit |
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Run the streets, bodying shit, anybody you wit |
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Thinkin I'm Gotti and shit, fuck with anyone of them bitches you wit |
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Pushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chips |
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For those that don't know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funky |
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I bet my life on it, you niggaz don't want it |
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Spittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30's, you niggaz ain't worthy |
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Across the county, my Suspect niggaz surround me |
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Come off it - fuckin ya bitch, whoever's closest |
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I know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portrait |
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Crazy bank, livin it up, to make an estate |
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You ballin now, face down on the fuckin floor now |
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Sonny Blade got this hits locked down for days |
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I got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze |
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[Chorus] |
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[Older Don] |
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Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots |
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Fuck the cops, swervin on a belt in the drop |
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Bad bitch, rubbin my cock, one hand on the glock |
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And I can't stop, won't stop, until I get it get it |
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Done shitted, called beef and dealt wit it |
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So forget it homes, Older Don is fully blown |
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Southbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chrome |
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Freaked off, like the illest porn |
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Pour heat, quick to swarm |
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We can get it on from dusk 'til dawn |
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Flows hot, your's lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bomb |
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See the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta... |
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[Chorus] |
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[Guru] |
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Underground rap king baby, word up, I'm here to reign |
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Potential victims know my rep, they fear the pain |
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Emcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chains |
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Still get third degree burns from the severe flames |
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Ain't nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bop |
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While you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lot |
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Cuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your block |
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Cuz some of y'all are worse than bitches, and be talkin a lot |
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Cuz you still don't understand that I'm iller than y'all |
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And it ain't just because I know more killers than y'all |
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But because I know that half of y'all ain't willin to brawl |
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See me, I'm quick to start it with you chicken-hearted |
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Fake hustlers, phony gangsters, where'd you get your part at? |
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Some flick that you watched, or some legend you swept |
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Let's talk about some real shit, cuz there's paper to get |
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Time to turn this respect into cash and major checks |
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From NYC to Cali, flip the dough and invest |
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With my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tec |
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Only run with street soldiers and no pussy cadets |
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Cop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes |
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[Chorus] |
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Straight like that... ha |
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Baldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The Suspectz |
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Underground Connections baby... |
