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(feat. M.O.P.) |
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[Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)] |
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It's 2-0-0-4, (Fo sho') |
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And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P |
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Niggaz got me pissed off, chest all swoll |
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Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh) |
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Pick up your hammer, wave your bandana |
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Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable |
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It's MO (P nigga), it's MO (P nigga) |
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Reppin N-Y-C, Cormega motherfucker |
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[Cormega] |
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It's not a game |
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We real niggaz, one in the same |
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Either deceased, in the streets, or shackled in chains |
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As war and peace collide in the back of my brain |
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I'm a decide between felonies (sucess) or selling kis |
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Either way, I need the key to longevity |
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Mega be in the mist of violence |
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Grimey niggaz silence |
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Whoever scheming dying |
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'Cuz son, I keep the iron |
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And speak the fly techniques, peep your highness |
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[Billy Danze (Cormega)] |
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Raise hell nigga (Watch it) |
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Y'all already know the deal |
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You already seen the work of Bill, still |
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You try to stop it (NEVER THAT) |
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This is why we level cats |
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This is called rebel rap |
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Where's your pump and medal at (PUMP IT) |
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Blep, blep, blep, blep let your heat sting |
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(International g thang) |
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That's what we brinin' |
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So drop it (Oh), the legendary Mo-P |
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Strickly for the B (C's), B (Y), the OGs |
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[Hook: Cormega] |
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For all my niggaz on the corner, going hard (Let It Go) |
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For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go) |
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Some live in fear, others wearing life scars |
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From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard |
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And all my young niggaz of dream of living large |
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For seeing other niggaz getting money and cars (Let it Go) |
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And grimey niggaz that be taking what's y'alls (Let it go) |
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Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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You the type of nigga to talk about how gully you are |
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Then put on a seat belt, when you hop inside of your car |
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Welcome to judgment morning |
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Where the bugs ain't got love for ya |
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They got slugs for ya |
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[Cormega (Billy Danze)] |
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Yo son, these niggaz never got consignment |
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Popped off iron |
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Wore Fila flip-flops under they cot on the island |
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Pay they lawyer with street money to eat an indictment |
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Yet they want the same fucking respect I get |
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I was supplying during a drought |
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Fiveteen hundred an ounce, (Hold that) |
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Nigga with work, if you ain't want it, bounce |
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Yo Fame what we talk about (Drop it) |
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Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em) |
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Huh |
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(Bounce) |
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Huh |
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(Bounce) |
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Ugh |
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(Bounce) |
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Ugh |
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(Let it Go) |
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[Hook] |
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For all my niggaz on the corner, going hard (Let It Go) |
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For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go) |
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Some live in fear, others wearing life scars |
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From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard |
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And all my young niggaz of dream of living large |
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For seeing other niggaz getting money and cars (Let it Go) |
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And grimey niggaz that be taking what's y'alls (Let it go) |
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Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars |
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[Billy Danze] |
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I heard your hood needed help so I'm on it |
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You niggaz is acting too flamboyant |
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It's anonying |
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You know I been inbedded in blacktop |
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Weld into a black rock, fed through a crack spot |
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Which lead to a black shot |
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So bring the madness, and send the baddest |
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And watch me down grade they status |
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And turn them all into faggots |
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William will never have it (Uh) |
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Remember I'm a winner (Uh) |
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Y'all catch me in the ghetto with either my medal or my figures |
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[Cormega] |
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The coke dealer, go-rilla, Mega flow iller |
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Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up |
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The fo fifth'll turn you into a whole different nigga (Haha) |
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And I prey on a +Jungle+ like a boa constrictor |
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[Lil' Fame] |
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Nigga, you gonna make me (Fucka) |
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Have to choke a (Bucka) outta ya ass |
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Like Ving Rhimes did tyrese in Baby Boy |
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Your neighborhood hood's back |
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Nigga my nigga Mega bring the hook back |
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C'mon |
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[Hook] |
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For all my niggaz on the corner, going hard (Let It Go) |
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For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go) |
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Some live in fear, others wearing life scars |
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From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard |
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And all my young niggaz of dream of living large |
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For seeing other niggaz getting money and cars (Let it Go) |
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And grimey niggaz that be taking what's y'alls (Let it go) |
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Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars |
