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Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game |
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You wanna be a player, |
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I spray them gators off ya feet |
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Thuggest Enemy #1, one, one |
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From Brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and duns |
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That'll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue |
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Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run |
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Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun |
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You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're done |
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The clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up |
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A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up |
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Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up |
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You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up |
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Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough |
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I ride or die, |
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I ain't bluff, you can page |
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Puff (echo) [Chorus 2X: Blue Flame (all)] |
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Yo where my thugs? (right here) |
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T-H-U-G, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streets |
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Soon as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the heat |
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And we all true thugs, till we |
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D-I-E [Swan] |
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From Crow |
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Hill, I blow smoke, till |
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I choke, that's a regular |
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I blow domes for that paper, like a predator |
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Pack gats, |
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VP, best man, etc. |
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I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that |
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I'm deaden ya |
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I get down for mine, |
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I get crunk |
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I got that crip black, and got skunk |
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My niggas bust |
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AR's, 4/5's, and pumps |
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Shit to make ya body shift, make ya body jump |
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Take it to the heat, take it to the street |
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Less they short, ain't no talkin shit, take it to my meat, bitch |
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You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater |
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Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar |
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Sittin on a |
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Beretta, niggas ain't seein this |
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Wish upon a star, that they can be in this |
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Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters |
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Gettin away, |
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I'm on the low, around the way, now [Chorus 2X] [Blue Flame] |
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Blue Flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing |
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Take slugs, |
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I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain |
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I speak thug slang, only real niggas roll wit me |
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Niggas say money, cash and hoes got a hold of me |
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Niggas be talkin shit, yeah, but it's all bluff |
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Only niggas came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus |
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Believe that, niggas don't come around where we be at |
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Soon as we see ya face it be like "Yo, son where the heat at?" |
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Yo represent where the fuck you from |
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Cuz when you go back in the hood, them niggas go want to snuff you son |
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Like Franklin, |
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Nostrum and |
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Utica Avenue |
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Only blocks |
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I'm namin right now, niggas'll clap at you |
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Not to mention the block that |
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I'm from Where them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun |
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And I can handle it, more than handle it, |
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I can damage it |
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T2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn |
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I'm sick [Buckshot] |
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Real recognize real, |
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Crown Heights to |
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Crow Hill |
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Pop ya niggas like pills, plus |
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I got mills |
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What I keep the aim on ya back, keep steel |
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Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrill |
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This is real life shit, thug passion |
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Henny and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away |
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UPS thieves, next day package |
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Bomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit |
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And I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wall |
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Nigga hold this four-four, you want war? |
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What you think |
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I came for |
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Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face off |
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Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flash |
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This is it, bitches wanna swallow my dick like |
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Slim Fast |
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Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till |
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I get a cast |
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This is it, nigga duck the blast [Chorus 4X] |
