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Intro/chorus：all together |
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This goes out to my magnum force |
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When we lay a ************* out they come and drag him off |
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May the force be with me and if not our fault |
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For life, ************* alla y'all |
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[ruck] |
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Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous |
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From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random *************t |
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But can you get, with the ************* tall sean manuscript |
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Man you *************t, all up in your pants when the cannon click |
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Man i flip, on *************z for no apparent reason |
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Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin |
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When the cops come he bleedin, i think he need some cpr |
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See we are the illest *************z out that's on your tv pah |
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So when you greet me pah, better have your ****** *************t straight |
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Your fifth make, nobody move, i think your *************t fake |
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You fishcake, whatever the ************* ruck dictate |
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You'll lick eight, shots at them *************z who be ****** with |
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International irrational beat got you ruckus ************* |
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Enough of this, bull*************t talkin let's start wettin *************t |
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Peep the etiquette of a ************* that's known for settin *************t |
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Chorus |
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[rustee jux] |
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When the weather get free yo i hate the scene, drinkin seagulls |
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V.o., novacainin my sufferin through the strugglin |
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Easin the agony, postponin the misery |
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Smoke some ******, blank out my memory momentarily |
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Calculatin my every motion, cautious coastin |
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I see the blue and white scopin, slowly approachin |
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Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the ones |
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With the stashed guns, hopin we run, like the last ones |
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So they can get they rocks off, sound they glocks off |
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Light my blocks off, gangsta nab *************z bump cops off |
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Drunk from red scotch, got a dead shot |
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Jamaicans in the dread spot'll blow a fed top |
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Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock |
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Hit the swats with a cinder block off the rooftop |
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Regulatin, livest mother*******s on this side |
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******* ************* ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes |
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Chorus |
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[rock] |
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Keep on talkin aight? get more than your style rammed up |
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You see me? don't say *************t like pink panther |
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You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell like pampers |
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Get knocked the ************* out by dr. david banner |
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Dj at the bar be act like records got dandruff |
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Makin *************z scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up |
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You know this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up |
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So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, god damn ya |
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You *************z make me sick as cancer, i slam ya |
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Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer |
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Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a tantrum |
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Teared a new hamstrung, i stick *************z for ransom |
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? again now they got front, i slap cats at random |
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Deflate your egos you too gassed off the mylanta |
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Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the phantom |
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Send her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem |
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Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux |
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Cause i'm that ************* rock from heltah skeltah plus i'm handsome |
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But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas |
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Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer |
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Chorus |
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[representativz] |
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Aiyyo i'm movin through this life *************t with the only fam i got |
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My triple r rated *************z steady blowin up spots |
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You think not it's little rock we bust shots at your car |
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And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap stars |
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This *************t right here i'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin |
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All that panickin'll get your *************t ran up in |
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I can't stand it when mc's get caught ramblin |
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Have crews abandon them from slugs that my cannon send |
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In this land of sin where they break fool for the chips |
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Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my clips |
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So when we start to bust clips on y'all, *************z assume |
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The straight, dead position when my lead go boom |
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Embeddin this tune, all into your ****** doom |
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We move through these evil streets steady holdin chrome |
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My rep *************z stay ma*************n, big up my thugs on ? |
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Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin |
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Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass sla*************n |
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The repz baby, time for action, action |
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* "what's" uttered by various bccers * |
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Chorus 2x |
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[rock] |
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Throw y'all middle fingers up in the air |
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Say, "************* y'all *************z, we don't care!" |
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Word is bon jov', oh oh |
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We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh |
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*************z think they ****** with my magnum force |
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Cause when we lay a ************* out they come and drag him off |
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May the force be with me and if not our fault |
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For life, ************* alla y'all |
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Hehehehe, see |
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Slogan is made of force be with me |
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Not our fault |
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You can't ************* with that? ************* you all |
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Word is bon jov'.. |