| If you Crip get your Crip on sip get your piff on Never slip I’m in the mix with the fifth long
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| Never riff see me fixin on my lip balm
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| Chip charm chillin with them Gucci kicks on But like the Kiss song niggaz get shit wrong
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| To a bliss fully flipped and they gettin pissed on Life ain’t a sitcom gotta keep your wisk on Shit niggaz bitch other snitch like Nick Bonds
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| Pick chrones pick 'em up switch pawns
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| Pick 'em up get 'em tuck get gone see it’s on Some got warned got laid got torned
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| Got shot got saved got mourned
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| War dem want with us, why they come start it up We know they won’t give up, when they gone bite the dust
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| They are envious, so our guns we buss
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| In the lord we trust, war they wantin
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| Yo! |
| Who now piggy gone a yuh a mystery
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| Di last dem see yuh waan a receive a history
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| Brush mi wid knife and promise yuh a go fist we Badman nah trace and crb like Mitzi
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| Bullet mi a go give dem bout sixty
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| Fried and dem crew dem haffi leave inna jiffy
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| Gunshot a mek di fassy speak inna gypsy
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| From Brooklyn to Poughkeepsie, cross
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| War dem want with us, why they come start it up We know they won’t give up, when they gone bite the dust
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| They are envious, so our guns we buss
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| In the lord we trust, war they wantin
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| I’m cool with them Pirus cool with them die moves
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| Any death this way niggaz a die too
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| Cry who y’all won’t do me like Ja Rule
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| Jewels all sky blue smooth since High School
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| Fuck with a why do with me it’s why who
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| You sneeze you liable to leave we hostle
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| You apostle, son of pop duke
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| Cop cruise to move to top roof
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| Got loose and left them high stoops
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| The rest is my new respect to my troops
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| Give me boose some juice some grey Goose
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| And word to Jesus it’s back to Beirut
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| War dem want with us, why they come start it up We know they won’t give up, when they gone bite the dust
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| They are envious, so our guns we buss
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| In the lord we trust, war they wantin |