| Too many goodie goodie two shoes say
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| «Hit the front gate when a Bam' song play»
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| When a Bam' song play the masses take a master face like a masquerade
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| Parade of those who ain’t the least bit afraid
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| To hok one back in a police face
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| Let the police spray a whole can of mace
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| Spit that out and go ape shit break
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| The run I run, I’m in hot pursuit
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| Police going off top to shoot
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| Fuck that rule I rocket you
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| Knuckle and a tooth then I knock it loose
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| I pop a deuce for my patna’s duke
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| Broke in the motherfucking pockets dude
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| The schools not teach ya how to earn no doe
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| That’s why I roll with a fo' fo' for
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| (Slow down)
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| See I believe in the block
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| It’s the spot that I’m gon' turn into my burial plot
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| A parking lot
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| For a mall to shop used to be owned by mom and pop
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| Now it’s where your grande lattes can get bought
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| And with that new mall they gon' double the cops so stay hush
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| Keep a white tee and raw denim jeans on my Chucks
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| Soul Assassin fitted cap with the brim flipped back
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| I can’t wear skinny jeans cause my gat’s too fat
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| S-s-s-sun go up and the sun come down
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| Money get low when the guns come out
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| From L.A. to the Town
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| Somebody tell them kids to «slow down»
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| I said, sun come up, sun come down
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| Money get low, guns come out
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| From L.A. to the Town
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| Somebody tell them kids to «slow down»
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| «Tell 'em slow down»
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| Once again somebody shooting
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| And soon I’m finna maneuver
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| Like Splinter and I’m in a sewer
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| Sending a message to all losers
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| Listen, you can not pursue us
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| I’m ducking, dodging assassins
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| In such a marvelous fashion
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| Know in a flash that it can happen
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| Whatever form of action
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| It’s more than quoting Malcolm
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| I’m putting it down you running around
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| And wondering what’s the outcome?
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| You shoulda been studying W.E.B
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| Instead of W. B
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| And W.W.E this is not T. V
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| (Go slow)
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| I know you see me dummy
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| Ain’t got a lotta money but you taking none from me
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| They think you got the look
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| You a mark or a crook
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| They don’t do it by the book
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| They gon' shoot before they look
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| It don’t matter where you stay in around yo' town
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| When the seasons start to change and them rain clouds clown
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| We the reason that they made a fo' pound go «blaow»
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| Better have a good reason telling Pro to slow down
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| Go now |