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Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone) |
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Left Gunn.. Left Gunn |
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Baldhead Slick.. |
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[Steve Stone] |
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Yo |
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You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover |
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But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over |
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You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya |
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Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer |
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I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh |
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If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress |
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If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test |
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But you could catch somethin hot, tryna fuck with the S |
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I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast |
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Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it |
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Can you cats say that shit and really mean it? |
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I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated |
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Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are |
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Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star |
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My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar |
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Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are |
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[Left Gunn] |
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Yo, goin from broke |
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Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats |
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At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float |
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Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do' |
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Movie screen with the voice-activated remote |
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See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke |
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Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat" |
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Sorry amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough |
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Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht |
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Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not |
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Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot |
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Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues |
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And rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons |
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See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit |
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Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first shit |
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"Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute |
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Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots |
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Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin they Cris' |
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And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks |
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I'm stoppin this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list |
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And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes |
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I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes |
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And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos |
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[Hook: All] |
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Yo this one's for my niggaz comin up, what the fuck? |
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Pull them niggaz out they truck, and tell em to give it up |
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Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up |
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Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up |
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[Guru] |
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Comin through, holdin it down, controllin the town |
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Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin it now |
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I do my thing bitch, way past chains and rings bitch |
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Time to real dough, time for you to sing bitch |
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Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over |
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Your Willy status, and success and fame's over |
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Stone and Two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the god |
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Geuss what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn |
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Flipped on you pawns, just cuz you was kickin it wrong |
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And don't ask me for advice cuz I ain't diggin ya song |
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Time to straighten it out, we takin the clout |
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Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin it out |
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Tri-state niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear |
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Illest ya meet, yeah some of the realest ya fear |
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Fuck the truth, I'm concealin y'all and stealin all queers |
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Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin your tears |
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I like to pinpoint a sucka, like a country on a map of the globe |
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Get it to some gangsta shit, watch em clap then he fold |
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Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase |
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I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin, I cover my face |
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I'm bubblin papes, my son grew to smugglin nape's |
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So we jugglin cakes, and from ya shorty I'm lovin the face |
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I'm huggin the block, my big dogs, they thuggin the block |
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In my hood, fuck runnin nigga cuz we tustle with cops |
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Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize |
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Spit raps on how to survive on family ties |
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Rock a no-name sweater, with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it |
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Leather seats in my Nova, and fifty G's I'm comin wit |
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Next day I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit |
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Hard-top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through |
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Nigga what? I don't care if you in the tux |
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I'll put the Eagle to ya gut, and tell you to give it up |
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[Hook x2: All] |
