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Yeah! Let 'em know, son |
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[Verse 1-Buckshot] |
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Listen, we stomp through so many rap wars and rap awards |
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Boot Camp Clik been on your front line blastin' off |
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And hardly got props for it, I saw it |
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Even though we never got big, we never stopped short |
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Ugh, 'Pac saw it, that's right, called us |
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To form One Nation on the world to see more of us |
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Now we on the grind in the tour bus |
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With a Ill Mind and behind me is the fortress |
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You know, a few bro's with flows |
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That's off the meat rack, seven to be exact |
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BD, he in the back, plottin' the plan |
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To show you difference between a pot and a pan |
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And the reason why I'm not in the can |
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'Cause I be with them brothers holdin' it down, 'til they Last Stand |
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And, I'll be the Black Marolla Ruran |
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'Cause when I get on, you know I'm puttin' on my fam, listen |
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[Chorus: Rock] |
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Let's Go, Let's Go, here we go (Let's Go) |
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Let's Go, Let's Go, here we go (Let's Go) |
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Let's Go, Let's Go, here we go (Here we go) |
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Here we go (Here we go) Let's Go (Let's Go) |
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Let's Go, Let's Go, here we go (Let's Go) |
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Let's Go, Let's Go, here we go (Let's Go) |
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Let's Go, Let's Go, here we go (Here we go) |
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Here we go (Here we go) Let's Go (Let's Go) |
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[Verse 2-Sean Price] |
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P! Yo, y'all niggas act tough like Bokine Woodbine |
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Until you get slapped like Penny from Good Times |
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Sean Price got too many hood rhymes |
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But keep gettin' knocked, I did so many hood crimes |
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It looks like a job for Superman |
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Up, up and away, then gun buck with the trey |
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Conversatin', congregatin', I got twelve disciples |
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They all got rifles and neh' one of 'em like you, Let's Go |
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[Verse 3-Steele] |
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You nah' wan' rump with this sick soldier, four-fifth holder |
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Talk tough, gun blast, nigga, guya de la boca |
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Lamb toaster, Sam Sosa, business half-owner |
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Rap quote 'll slap you in your hangin' poster |
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You don't wanna throw your 'bows up |
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Body blows 'll make you fold up |
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Slow your role up, don't get your face swolled up |
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Bring your best arms, Kevlar vest on, step wrong |
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Get stretched when the sket's roar, Let's Go |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 4-Starang Wondah] |
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Here we go (Here we go) Here we go (Here we go) |
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Here we go, here we go, here we, here we, here we go |
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BCC and I'm Strang One (One) |
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Dum-ditty-dum-ditty-ditty-dum-dum |
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My talon is gettin' violent |
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Y'all don't say shit, y'all just be silent |
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Like Jill Scott, don't worry 'bout what Will got |
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'Cause bein' nosy could get that ass shot |
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Tek-N-Steele, the generals, BDI the boss |
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Duck Down paid the cost, y'all niggas is lost |
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Da Incredible Rap Team rolls with the force |
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I'm the greatest entertainer Dru-Ha came across |
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Toss the keys to E&J, get in the 'Lac |
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He drivin', Will gonna sit in the back |
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That's the 'Ville, that's real, B-O-S-S |
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Stomp through the East Coast then the West next |
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Bitches that we meet say we got the best sex |
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We grimy, even though we stay the best list |
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Don't blame me for bein' a Foxx like Jamie |
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Be angry, but I'm with who you came to see, so |
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[Chorus] |
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[Starang Wondah] |
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Here we go (uh-huh) Here we go (uh-huh) |
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Here we go, here we go, here we, here we, here we go |
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[Outro] |
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Ladies and gentlemen, the illustrious and praiseworthy Ill Mind, for that ass |
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Ladies and gentlemen, Mister Ill Mind, ladies and gentlemen, Mister Ill Mind |
