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[Bizzy] Yeah, this for all you non-believers |
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Especially out in the |
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C-O Man, ****** y'all ******s |
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Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when |
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I die You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) (x2) [Maje$ty] 7 |
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Sign... [Bizzy] I put who got you, too, who shot you |
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Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) |
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Look who got you, too, who shot you |
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Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you) |
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******, this Mo Thug and we can get ******-up |
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Even if I'm under surveillance, |
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I watch out Wanna win, and ****** 'em up daily, throwin' up 7 |
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What am I yellin'? Murderer |
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******, once you come you must pay like crazy if you (Mutha******a, don't play me) play me |
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******, not today I see you but you can't see me |
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I know with all of government and |
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Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) [Maje$ty] |
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Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn |
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Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones |
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The roots exploited clones; therefore |
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It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit |
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Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections |
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It's magnified to new levels of elevation [Bizzy] |
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Seven sign, seven, seven sign |
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Seven, seventh sign seal |
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Yeah, now y'all know, yeah |
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Yeah, I'm tellin ya when |
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I die you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes) [Bizzy] |
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I put who got you, too, who shot you |
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Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) |
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Look who got you, too, who shot you |
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Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you) |
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The Rip here to run in the street |
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And flippin' on police, yeah they know me |
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I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears |
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And at least I had my homie and a ******, |
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K, homie All *******, look into it as you want the real killa? |
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Well, pull out your pistol, *******, and shoot it, shoot it |
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And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes |
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I'm ready to die And |
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I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye |
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Inner pride with the |
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Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture |
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Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of [Maje$ty] |
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Three sixty-five out of all the round trees |
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They'll be Japanese, |
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Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies |
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******, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze |
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And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back |
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Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? |