| Eh yo, we’re bringing it raw, hit you with styles, we coming through
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| Quick to spit it and get that Yak off
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| Heard them niggas coming off the hip
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| Venomous fangs and drips, we escaped like a convict
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| Guitars shift like floor ships
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| Base drums, boogie blunts with Crips
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| Bottles drop so low, that it raises roofs with sabortooths
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| But kittys and not goons
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| The power rules, show and proove
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| Forever, kid, I keep the projects hot
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| Gotta clap with Glocks, let off a couple of shots
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| Let them know we’re representing the block
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| Diamond atack, punching your back
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| Pitch black, light up the sky when I bring the god smack
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| I testify with a zip and a dy
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| Raise it up so we can all get high
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| Cause we rock like that
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| Eh yo, we run it like that
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| Light it up when it’s time, react
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| Yeah we rock like that
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| We put it down like that, running it back, running it back
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| Known to clap, we pass you
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| Ripping them off like tattoos
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| That’s true
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| Bring in the news of all the wack crews
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| Looking at you, Critical Bill, we can’t lose
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| Yo, we dirty too
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| Always in pursuit
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| 5 stages, we running it too
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| Take a walk in the dirtiest shoes
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| You might find a clue
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| Like a man holds a dirty fuse
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| I keep it crunk, and keep it funk
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| Get up and jump, cock back holding the pIt records whenever I react
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| Ready your back
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| For me and the crew, we running the track
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| Cause we rock like that
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| Eh yo, we run it like that
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| Light it up when it’s time, react
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| Yeah we rock like that
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| We put it down like that, running it back, running it back |