| Yo, what’s up
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| The police comin' on, oh shit! |
| Get out of there.
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| Fatal, Outlawz I wanna up out this motherfucker
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| Gon' pass it
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| Ain’t get me up but fuck that
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| This Outlaw nigga
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| If you a bad boy then you die
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| Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
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| They fucked up when the rob me
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| Put another contract on Mobb Deep
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| If you a bad boy then you die
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| Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
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| They fucked up when the rob me
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| Put another contract on Mobb Deep
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| I focus my locus thought on the enemies
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| Sip off the Hennessy, it’s necessary to finish me
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| I’m antisocial immortal, when it comes to the phone book
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| Jersey them niggas down, they won’t broke 'em 'til it’s time to smoke 'em
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| Hussein the terrorist
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| Dig they think I’m crazy and
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| And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist
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| Rapid fire I clap and hire 'til you die a liar
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| Strap in the city corners droppin' on to spin the tires
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| My man define ya 357 anaconda
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| This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
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| Military camaraderie, outlaw 'til they body me
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| Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
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| Mobb 6 feet deep, you try to bust me 'til death
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| And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
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| You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
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| Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
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| Now ever since momma got fucked and papa ducked out
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| Look at us, murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
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| Similar to savages, it’s a wonder we manage
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| Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage
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| They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
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| Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
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| Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
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| Criminal orders across the waters bringin' the war to the streets
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| Why fear me, fear the shit I speak
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| Once this shit drop it’s heard on every fuckin' street
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| Like the sound of police
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| Who run the streets really?
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| In every hood legends grow
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| From the hustlaz up at Harlem to shot callers in O'
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| And though, Congress, don’t want us to progress, we strapped
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| My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
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| His last breath, a lesson I possess like jewels
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| Stay thugged out keep it movin'
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| Hey where that nigga
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| Halfway thugs don’t budge when we stalk the streets
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| Sort of like and narcotics when they walk the beat
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| You speak the beef pussy draw down and drop it
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| Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
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| Gettin' mines with nine cocked extortin'
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| Blocks pop with 22's in my socks with the butt hangin' out the chocolate
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| You never seen time I travel across dream crime
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| My rolls like a million dollar bills folded with green slime
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| With my foes erased drink my Henney straight no chasin'
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| Catch my body like Haitian 5 minutes from the station
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| Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
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| No finger prints don’t mean no evidence or proof the I was present
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| At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed
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| After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed
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| Money was bloody as shit, y’all niggas shoulda seen it
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| Bust a cap and freak with, bowin' on your knees shit
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| The Glock to your head nigga, don’t make no somethin' action
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| Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, dump fuckin' backwards
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| Little homies puttin' work for stripes
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| But is it worth your life and g-rides runnin' red lights
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| I wish somebody would have t old me then
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| Since I’m an outlaw like Napoleon ain’t no cell they can hold me in
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| Or cage me in, crazy like Arabians
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| Hold this spot like them niggas on Fabian
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| Havin' the fiend page me (page me)
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| When they want the product, nigga I got to smoke
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| Got this weed and the coke what you need what you want
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| What you workin' with? |
| I’m on some immortal shit
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| Outlawz we straight hurtin' shit, use artillery to murder with
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| Put on the block gangsta party and like 'Pac
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| Life’s hard from the ox me and my niggas on top (party)
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| I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
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| We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
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| I know the law hate me dearly, comin' for me
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| We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
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| I know the law hate me dearly, they comin' for me |
| We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
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| I know the law hate me dearly, they comin' for me
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| We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin' on E
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| With my Glock, quick to let it pop, fuck the law
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| Carry steel cause I live on the nigga side of the law
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| Ridin' foes 'cause I can’t let hoes catch me slippin'
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| Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin'
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| Ridin' high, blazin', kryptonite got a nigga dazin'
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| Burpin' and smurkin' got on enemies before I grave 'em
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| Ride 'em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
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| Had to stop light in a slowly night, this motherfuckin' trick
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| Slide over so I can dump and put it in em
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| Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it
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| Hit the pedal now we high speedin'
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| With the metal tryin' to make these motherfuckers die speedin'
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| Up the way I seen him slow down
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| Shit! |
| I think I done bucked these hoes down
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| Caught them runnin' on e it kind of funny to me
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| They know they was fuckin' with me but they dumb to see
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| Open up fire watch 'em expire when my shells split 'em
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| Plus all them trick niggas basically can go to hell with 'em
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| Fuck 'em they phony claimin' they homies but they foes
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| Speakin' on thug niggas daily, while we nailin' they hoes
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| Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
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| Words are known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
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| A crooked thought, cops get bought, no longer caught
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| Out on bail, raised in hell, nigga fuck what you thought
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| Did you cry when my girl died?
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| Put out the hit, politic niggas worldwide, grabbin' my dick
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| I’ll never learn, take away the pain with sherm
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| Throwin' gas on my enemies watchin' 'em burn
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| Kamikaze, I’m shootin' up the casket take the body
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| Whip the corpse like a piñata and party
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| His last breath, a straight lesson I possess like jewels
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| Stay thugged out keep it movin'
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| Runnin' on E.
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| Stay thugged out keep it movin'
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| Runnin' on E
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| One time, one time for the niggas that stayed down for us
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| Runnin' on E
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| Smif-n-Wessun the Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot, BDI, runnin' on E
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| The Bootcamp Click
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| What happened, that was it? |