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(feat. Souljah Boy) [Krayzie] (Talking) |
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Yeah, got my ******s from |
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St. Clair up in this mutha******a, ****** |
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P.O.D.'d, my ******, Sin |
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Fin to put this ******t down like this, ****** (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...) |
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What if we slowed it down? |
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Then, ******, you would hear me |
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I know ******s would ****** around |
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And say we tried to steal your style |
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Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest |
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Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us |
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My ******s is older, now, so they know when to unload |
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So, when them funky, funky jump me |
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Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll) |
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It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid |
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But, oh no, ******s heard the flow |
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And wanted a piece of the cake |
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It kinda pissed me off that? figured they could get skills |
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But when kept on disrespectin' |
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Make 'em think we ******t's real, ****** |
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I'm from the Land where every ******s plan |
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And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin' |
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And they don't understand them ******s rappin' |
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But still they actin' like criminals ? reciprocal |
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They don't know it, even though |
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Oh, no, no, can't let you go |
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When I pop pop pop (pop, pop) |
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That funk'll gon' blow you away |
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Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday |
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Oh, gotta say ****** all y'all, all y'all |
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Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed [Krayzie] (Layzie) |
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Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder |
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Murder, murder, murder, play, play) |
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Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder |
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Murder, murder, murder, play, play) |
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War corruptin' my mind [Souljah |
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Boy] You know it is, what it's gotta be |
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Ain't no stoppin' me when |
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I be droppin' And these |
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Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back |
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Don't stop, but the Double |
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Glock they don't look out for these |
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Where your troops is down to get loose, ****** |
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Sue these stupid mutha******as |
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Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the ******s be down for the count |
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And the first ****** step up, get shut down |
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You shouldna been takin' my ******' style |
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That's how we still gon' do it in the |
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C-Town Arrest me on the rebound |
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It's the P to the O to the |
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D from the T to the H to the |
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U to the G You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me |
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So mutha****** what you's thinkin' |
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Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet |
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While your bullethole still be bleedin' |
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But here's the reason for the season's on my mutha******' bank |
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Why you lame, be actin' strange? |
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Boom to bangs, ****** insanes |
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Out to rearrange this mutha******' figure |
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Knowin' damn well, I'm a mutha******' killa |
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******, bow down, and |
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I'm outta your picture |
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Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller |
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We done mutha****** you |
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And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater |
