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People say a 'thug' is somethin i shouldn't be |
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Some say 'death' is somethin i shouldn't see |
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I had to be me, i had to do what i had to do |
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Only hung wit ******s who said "i ain't mad at you, buck, good" |
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Now i'm back in the hood, puffin the backwood |
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Sportin the all black hood, regroup it |
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Wit my ******s who stay shootin |
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Now i'm up in ya spot, ready for the lootin |
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Tell me i'm bug, for sayin i'm a thug |
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In this new millennium i'mma give you a slug |
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It's real now, this is how i feel now |
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******s ain't have a reason to kneel down, till now |
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*******t wanna know, why i'm back in crow hill, now? |
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It's more bills now and everybody real now |
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So all i wanna do is pop and sip |
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Roll up and then precede to hit the back of the spliff |
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And be who i be, t-h-u-g |
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This is live *******t, now this ain't a ****** movie |
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******s see me and they wanna do me |
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*******t, not to mention the groupies |
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That wanna get next to my groups, see |
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Aw man, it's all over wit |
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Buck on some wack chauvinistic *******t |
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You see this, when i show you this, mutha******a |
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[chorus 2x: swan] |
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One ****** teach two ******s, three teach four ******s |
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And them ******s teach more ******s |
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And when we blast thatta be the biggest blast ya heard |
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And thems is my last words |
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[buckshot] |
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When i big my ******s up, everybody give it up |
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What, thorough from the borough of brook, we live it up |
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Mad change, mad ******es givin me brain |
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Livin this life, of so many years the pain |
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Of a lotta ******s i lost, beein the boss |
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Mad ******s jealous of the way, little man floss |
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So of course, my course of action, is to keep buckin wit passion |
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Till the mutha****** last one is standin |
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When the bomb is landin, everybody knew it was the original man and |
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Buckshot, the bdi thug is here, don't ask me *******t, |
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Mutha******a watch my stare |
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[chorus 2x] |
