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I've got a bullet in the clip so what ya want? |
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I've got a lyric I can spit so what ya want? |
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I'm giving ******* good ****** so what ya want? |
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Hey, hey, so what'cha want? |
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My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice |
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I'm an urban entertainer of the hot nights |
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I don't wanna see no end because it's not right |
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[Jemini] |
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I'm just a brother who never |
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Compromised his integrity |
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My legacy is heavenly |
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Bury me in the hood |
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Never think I'm not cautious, hey |
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I recognise what a wrong look'll cost us |
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So inside I'm always nervous |
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But I never look worried |
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Come for me |
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Gun shot flurries in a hurry |
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Come get me |
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And be where I perform, stay warm |
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I'm prepared for the storm |
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And I brought the heat with me |
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Lord, please talk to these boys |
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'Fore I leave they evening spoilt |
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Put 'em six feet up under the soil |
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Looking at the roots of trees |
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Better yet leave they bodies all out in the open so the flies can feed |
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And when the 'hood get dry I supply the need |
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Y'all ****** *****z keep it moving honey riding with me |
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So what ya want? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jemini] |
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And I never politic when I be on some cool out *******t |
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Don't even run up on me talking 'bout some artist that you signed |
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'Cos I don't really give a ***** and I ain't really got the time |
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I'm trying to put some money in my clothes |
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Sean clothes, Jah clothes |
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First, did you come with six zeros? |
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***** y'all then, I'm trying to put some dubs on the road |
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Then just slide up in the club and try to bubble some hoes |
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Player, the harder we grind, the further we go |
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I'm at the point I'm ready to commit a murder to blow |
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Whatever it takes, I see the ***** holding the case |
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Look dead in his face, hit the ***** holding the weight |
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Make his man take me to the crib and go in the safe |
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Jah done made the reservation so we ready to peel |
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For real, without no hesitation Nitty bustin' the steel |
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So what ya what? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jemini] |
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I'm a O.G in the flesh (true to life) |
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Giving birth to these young seeds (new to life) |
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East New York Bed-Stuy ***** (do or die) |
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I was aiming for his head (it went through his eye) |
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Pimp *****, Goldie, Shaft (super fly) |
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Mixed with a little cheese (from Coolie High) |
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Mommy how you gonna move? (when it's just you and I) |
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Pardon me a second dude (you better get in line) |
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Confrontation time, get in line or spit a rhyme |
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I ain't looking for no beef but I will oblige |
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I'm kinda quiet but surprise I ain't really shy |
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Didn't mean to shock you with the real |
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But *****z know the deal |
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When I'm up in punk knockers and down in Sugar Hill |
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Call me Mr Foreverman, can't say I never ran and never will |
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But when the shells get to flying and I don't got skill |
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I get ghost then I bounce |
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Come back and a ***** be ready to throw toast |
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So what ya want? |
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[Chorus] |
