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Come on (bcc) |
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Come on (mfc) |
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Come on (bcc) |
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Come on (yeah!) |
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Aiyyo rock, rock, rock |
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Everybody say rock, not lou from suburbs to pj's |
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So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up |
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Or heat is leave the scene and blaze to get ya fleece stuck |
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See me on the streets 'bra, i'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper |
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Two piece your man and let big noc put him in a sleeper |
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Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall |
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Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my ******* |
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Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten |
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Plus the other nine cats, my rapper card got in (your rapper card?) |
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Yeah my rapper card, it works in live sessions |
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Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, ****** spots ecetera |
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[buckshot] |
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Buckshot rock knots wit fists |
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*******s stay high while i rock wit this |
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Mobb on y'all *******s like the infamous |
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Too close wit the dillinger, two shots i don't miss |
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I'm wiggin out while i'm diggin out backs |
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Run from the gun claps, run three laps |
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Perhaps, them *******s you sent to carjack |
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Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs |
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Now this is what i act like when i smoke on black |
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Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts |
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>from the, street bible or the street ******* |
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Fake thugs ride the ******* when my *******t comes on |
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I'm a nappy little *******, still goin strong |
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You can eat a ******* while i eat a thong (clue!) |
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But still the bomb |
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[tek] |
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It's the wave-king, rock the two tone wallees strip-ons |
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Don't wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on |
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My grimy brooklyn *******s stay flippin ya chick |
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While my crew from new jerus stay vickin ya whips |
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Tek is the *******t, ain't nobody spittin like this |
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Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six |
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Wit the amg kit, ericsson wit the chip |
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Y'all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the ******* |
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I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines |
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One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times |
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So while i'm takin a *******t, i'm at route and plan a hit |
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The amount we flip depends on what we get |
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It's like a wall street trick, dirty money move quick |
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My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit |
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On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one's bone |
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Look, ain't no tellin how many gats i've thrown |
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[rock] (steele) |
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Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild) |
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Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl) |
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Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets) |
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Come on (yo yo it's yo' time to eat) |
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[lidu rock] |
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Yo the set i claim is the set that bang |
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To the mutha****** end, i be doin my thing (yeah!) |
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Lidu rock, know the name in new york we g stackin |
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First the bloods and the crips, now ******* is carjackin |
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Like my ******* craig and em say, "******* that *******t!" |
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Rockin *******nes in the 'ville, you better tuck that *******t |
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Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk |
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I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won't talk |
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For real son, now we got mad cops on the block |
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Cuz we hold it down for doc and i keep my heat *******ed |
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Lidu rock, what the ******* i know y'all *******s mad at me |
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So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, mutha******* |
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[ruck] |
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You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap |
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Fake ******* from the projects who ain't got a gat |
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Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam |
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When the gun click, your ass *******t navy beans |
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Maybe these, *******s ain't ready for the magnum |
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Force, the holocaust, ******* i just dragged them |
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Off lost in the sauce and of course i'm glad them |
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Monkey *******s don't ******* wit the ruck cuz they fags, son |
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The last one, to step to sean p caught a bad one |
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Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em |
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Cornball *******s wit drugs thinkin they weight great |
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Still bummin money for stoges and a drakes cake |
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[steele] |
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Get it straight, y'all *******s ****** wit some heavyweights |
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Boot camp-ion champions on point like paper mates |
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Demonstrate, spectacular venacular |
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Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula |
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Snatchin ya, off the street like police |
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Next week, they find your body wa*******n up on the beach |
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Don't speak if you ain't at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool) |
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Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong |
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See me in brook-lyn where crooks be armed |
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Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites |
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Callin your troops, i shoot straight stay in ya place |
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We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face |
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Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates |
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Carnivorous lyricist, *******s fish like fillet |
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My mind spray like a murderer's nine spray |
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The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day |
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[dj clue] |
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Dj clue, the professional |
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Part one, you know how we do it |
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Word up, rest in peace my ******* donnie brasco |
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My ******* b.i.g. word up |
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And we out, till next time |
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For all parties big skane 800-570-3657 |
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Aight then |
