| It’s rules to this shit
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| Yea, enough respect
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| +The Bad Boy+, +Death Row+, +No Limit+
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| +Rap-a-lot+, +Roc-a-fella+, +Cash-Money+, +Ruff Ryders+
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| +So-So-Def+, +The Inc.+
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| And all the incarcerated Scarfaces from ghetto to ghetto
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| Now introducin’to you a new Empire
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| +Quiet Money Records+ and +Hush Management+
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| Formely presents — yours truly
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| I’m praised for wicked word-play
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| Emerge from my Earth days
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| Was boxed in the Bird Cage
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| Now flock wit the Mermaids
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| A shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned age
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| Saw it unfold, certain laws are untold
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| Unsolved Mysteries, coffins is closed
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| A Carnivore trickery, cautions your road
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| Any slip-ups will be huntin’your shows
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| So neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witcha
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| Beast promoted, the street’s is coded
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| For the Naked eye times is too deep to notice
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| Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus
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| On every known level, I’ma stone cold Rebel
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| Clothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the Wrist
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| I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth
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| How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff
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| So if the truth ain’t need, then the truth can’t be
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| Peeps that’s into Drug money, Market into rap
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| I’m fallin’and I can’t turn back
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| Peeps that’s into Drug money, Market into rap
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| The street’s is ki’s
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| I’m fallin’and I can’t turn back
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| From base potter to that hard rock white
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| We all hustlers, live that hard knock life
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| Some get knocked, and their Hearts not right
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| Cuffed up in the air, met this charge that night
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| We all know that the Narc’s ain’t nice
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| But. |
| that’s the price when your bars ain’t tight
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| The Beast within release within, you get caught-up lose trust
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| You don’t speak to friends, you lose lust
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| Rarely fuck, you just seekin’Sin
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| You know ducks stay glizzly and love to get busy
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| The stakes is high, the bench is long
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| A few wakes niggaz cry, you live, you gon'
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| If you escape, rules apply, kids is born
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| And the game won’t change, it’s the same ol’game
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| Peeps that’s into Drug money, Market into rap
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| I’m fallin’and I can’t turn back
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| Peeps that’s into Drug money, Market into rap
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| It’s rules to this shit
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| And I can’t turn back
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| And my mind been back was since puffin’on the back-woods
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| Clutchin’on them clappers, and duckin’from them crackers
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| Neva been in Nappa, neva fuck wit no Rappers
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| I’m so gon’wit it, but I’m so long winded
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| Seen the worst, when I seen my first
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| Body get caught, I was prolly this short
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| The victim right beside me, stressed on the sidewalk
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| But you neva seen a man cry, 'til you seen a man die
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| The killer shots, the realer the co-op
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| If you could realer, then it’s similar plots
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| Then if not, you won’t familiar, you a squilar
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| You no dilla you hot, fuck around get the whole block locked
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| But neva me, I’ve been Boss playin', cookin’up saut? |
| in'
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| 'Til I saw another dough, I had to force a nigga weighin'
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| Now in all Black wit the Gloves and Hat
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| I’m so deep in it, that I can’t turn back
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+
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| I’m fallin’and I can’t --
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| I’ve been in this game for years, the name is +The Animal+ -- Animal |