| Bare witness to the greatest, can’t beat us, join us Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
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| Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
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| With bundles on us, serve tre’s like waiters
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| It’s the life we chose to hustle
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| Can’t stop it, can’t knock it Half the profit get flown out Vegas
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| Me and my niggaz try an’break tables
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| Stack chips like Connect Four
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| While you prick’s try and whip try and stretch more
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| Charge less for, that ain’t the program
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| Get ya lessons from the snow man
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| Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
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| I’ll off ya head for a slice of bread
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| I keep my word and I’m true to my peeps
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| Give me a bird and my crew gon’eat
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| I’m over the stove like +Cuban Links+
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| Breakin’down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do You niggaz soft like baby food
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| 'Round the world niggaz pay me dues
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| While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do Grown man nigga, baby who?
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| I’ll send you shots from the baby zoo
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| Old game like Grady fool
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| Propane flow flame you dudes
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| No name’s don’t claim ya shoes
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| Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour
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| I’ll take you out this world like you was born nigga
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| Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin’for air
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| Clingin’for dear life, nigga you dead right
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| Since you was a baby coward
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| We been sprinklin’the world with baby powder
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| +So Fresh and So Clean+
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| Been an outcast since I was a teen
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| But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring
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| Young, you got it the prophet I told ya’ll niggaz
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| Then I showed ya’ll niggaz, you +Can't Knock It+
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| Don’t get carried away, you a mute nigga (mute nigga)
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| Where was you nigga? |
| I was doin’this here like Mary J.
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| Like +Every Day+, and was true nigga
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| They can’t question what we do Jigga.
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| Once again it’s on, Young run through you niggaz
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| Like a glitch in the computer nigga
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| I’m the shit, I’m a sewer nigga
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| This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga
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| B-Sig'Fred Kruger niggaz
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| Nightmare ??? |
| nigga
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| You scared cuz I grew with Jigga
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| He said Sig’you that nigga, couldn’t see his vision
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| But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch
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| Yeah Sig’stay honest I’ll deposit you a check
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| There’s a secret society, all we ask is trust
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| No G money shit all we gots is us True indeed, yes, more better, yes
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| More cheddar, S.P. chain, jeans and sweaters
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| Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera
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| Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or Get off the block, run south with M. Betha
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| From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra
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| Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what (what)
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| None of you niggaz is B-Sig'word I’m done with you niggaz
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| Once again it’s on, fuck it we ain’t through wit niggaz
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| Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
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| You couldn’t break up the towers with Tomjanovich
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| or Osama bombin’shit
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| We slay niggaz wit K’s, we the drama men
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| Get it right young scrap don’t even try it boy (boy)
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| You rather slide down the razor blade slidin’board
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| I’m a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire
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| Run through hell with gasoline draws on You can’t mute me put the pause on My guns shoot like fast-foward's on And dress cute when the war’s off
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| What you doin’dawg, you playin’wit it You make your bed right you layin’in it You keep your? |
| share? |
| tight you stayin’in it You bringin’niggaz where your kids sleep
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| I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
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| Rock-a-bye muthafucka.
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| I hope you high muthafucka.
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| Ready to die muthafucka.
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| Who shot ya? |
| Seperate the weak from State Prop’the
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| Kids who squash beef and run them streets
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| Once again it’s on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga
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| Tell ya mama {?| |
| get ready to mourn sista, it’s a See what you got here’s a full blown twister
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| You nothin’but hot air, it’s not fair
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| The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon
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| You start off fast then you weezin’in the back
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| So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
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| To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
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| And I’m back, without leavin’I’m here, but you can’t see him
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| I gave you the Blueprint but you can’t be him
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| So no matter what you been told or the records you sold
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| Deep inside you know that it’s only one Hove
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| Young Vito, voice of the young people
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| If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel
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| We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin’through your peek hole
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| And don’t get scared nigga, alert ya people
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| Once again it’s on |