| Right about now…
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| Anthalon time
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| Now dun Tell em Rude bwoy
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| East coast, west coast all the way to da down south
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| Everybody this kicking em out
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| Let da man know we large
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| It’s the Broad Street Bully Back, ready to lock in
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| My hand on my twins, underneath where my cock ends, (No no no, no no no)
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| Niggas got cute once they heard I was locked in
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| But here’s where all the bull shit 'bout the Roc ends, (Ay)
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| Fresh over the barbed wire it’s the live wire
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| Disrespectful, ignorant nigga, You suck my dick
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| Drink my piss, can eat my shit
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| Strictly raw-dog when I enter you niggas, (No no no, no no.)
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| No pause, no homo, no vaseline
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| When I end a nigga slowmo with that broomstick nigga, (Yeah)
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| The boss’ll dash when that glick start chopping
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| All y’all fags is drag bitch you’ll lip off poppin'
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| Whatchu know about the S.P. hardheads
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| Ruthless then them niggas that ran in Jabar crib, Flood that strip
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| With 50 shakes, big beards and bald heads
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| Scared couldn’t rent no space where law fear, (No no, no no)
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| You Niggas don’t want it with fat boy
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| You’d rather get your hair permed & pulled, Hit with a strap on
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| I’m a grown ass man, I don’t play no games
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| Death could be your destiny child if you say my name
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| We fire gun shots to the ceiling
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| Yo disrespected us you’re bleeding now
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| No witness na leavin'
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| We puttin' everybody down on the floor, (Hey)
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| So go low, (Low)
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| Everybody go low
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| So go low
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| Everybody go low
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| I’m what the game' missin' (Yes)
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| Young nigga old soul still kickin'
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| New game old rules no snitchin'(Yes)
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| New connect fewer digits, Old money new bitches, (HEY)
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| Paper ain’t shit, I pistol whip
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| A hundred thou' on the swiss movement
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| About a dolla imma get to it
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| And I’m a monster on that thick fluid
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| I run through problems like Tony but I don’t sniff through it
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| I just rock it and spin it the water stick to it
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| Every Day I’m Hustlin', Push It harder than Rick do it, (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| I keep it Cannon like Nick do
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| See me in the streets U Don’t Know Me like Flip do ya? |
| (Whoa!)
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| Disturb the Peace like Cris do it, (Hey!)
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| I bring the Rucker like Skip to ya, (Hey!)
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| Hey young worl'
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| Do you like it when I talk slick to ya
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| Broad Street Bully Back bitch!
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| I’m what the game lackin'
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| Like Joe no Jackson’s
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| Like Kobe' no Shaqin'
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| Like James no Magic
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| You niggas got the game bass akcwards, Same by rights
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| Nobody sufferin' the repercussions for they actions
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| I’m 'bout to get back on my geographic
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| You know South Philly muhfuckas kill at will
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| On site, broad daylight, (We killin' it, We killin' it)
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| Peel that steel
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| 30 shots in the extended, Don’t tempt me
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| Short fuse no wick on it
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| Broad shoulder with a chip on it
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| Get off my dick put yo' bitch on it
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| Man I’m the shit with no stink on it, You smell me? |
| (No no no no no)
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| Fuck you gon' tell me nigga
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| See it’s the real dookie
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| You just a new jacked pookie
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| I ain’t one o' yo' boys in da hood
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| I’m a menace in dis
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| Waste deep repin' State P biotch!
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| No no no, no no no
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Beanie Sigel
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| And Rock City you know see you in trouble now
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| Konvict Music & State Property a run dem down (dem down)
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| Stop it!
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| Hey! |