| Seventh sign mastermind in full effect, please believe it
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| All you suckas didn’t need his death, all you playa hatas
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| Yell out Q-Tommy's shit, fuck a ravance angry bitch
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| Seventh Sign nigga, DOA nigga, Capo Confuscious, Little Razul
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| Josiah, Patience, Baby Fil, Nina Ross, Olay Aloha and
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| My sisters in heaven
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| Y’all ain’t ready for this shit, y’all know what it is
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| That’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s how we play.
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| How we play… ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we.
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| That’s how we play, that’s how, that’s how we play.
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| Yeah… ooh we, ooh we, that’s how we.
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| That’s how we play
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| Y’all know what it is nigga, fuck these niggas
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| Who do not believe in what the fuck
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| The seventh sign, who do, you motherfuckers, I need
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| None of you motherfuckers, put it on me motherfucker
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| Put it one me, It’s how we play motherfuckers
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| Comin' to get you niggas
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| That’s how we play.
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| Give me an ounce for three fifty
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| Nigga need a quick divorce, my niggas keep tellin' me
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| What they keep sayin' about being the source
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| Well I don’t read magazines
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| Nigga that’s just irritation
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| Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education
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| Little do they know about wha, wha, wha
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| Little do they know about who, who, who
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| Little do they know about me, me, me
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| Eaze, and tell about you, you, you
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| Ain’t no time to be trippin' the women
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| Cause women will grab you get caught up 'n shot
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| Little niggas them bitches is yours, so slap on a rubber
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| And beat up the cock, little niggas y’all so horny
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| Only got your car for broads, how could I be hatin'
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| When y’all are the fakest niggas I’ve ever saw
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| Y’all rollin' with snitches, I don’t know no snitches
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| I roll with real niggas 'til they fall off
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| God put them up 'fore they lose they briches
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| And I feel my children love me
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| Daddy gots to do more better
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| Balance help me makin' money, and spendin' more time with them
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| With them, with them, stack up in the middle
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| Play me like fiddle, feel «B» like everyday
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| Don’t be fickle motherfuckers
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| That’s how we play.
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| Wouldn’t it be better if we could just choose the future
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| Blood mixed up common fusion, thug picked up outta people
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| No Ruthless, no medusa see I got jacked in Beverly Hills
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| Still I keeps it real, very selective
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| Wanna just smoke and chill
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| See I’m a veteran all the grenade launchers won’t cost me much
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| Anyone can get X’d off, yeah nigga ya can be touched
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| I did all my dirt in the burbs
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| I was ridin' around with my sisters baby’s father
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| Double barrel shotgun say word
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| Ready or not here come my words
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| Steady or not that shit’s absurd
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| I already got me all perturbed
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| Hop on the block hittin' all my nerves
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| This is the life style of that prick sellin' been forcified
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| Niggas don’t let him lie to y’all
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| I’m a tell the truth on mine, and I really wanna war
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| Catch us in early wires, open the door
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| These rappers is scared as hell
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| What you frontin' for, he got his entourage
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| He got his bag of weed, it’s just the way it is
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| Little Bizzy takes the lead
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| That’s how we play.
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| Whatever, whatever, we got to get cheddar, I’m better with money
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| Been runnin' around with a gun and a skully
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| And yo one of my buddies not dippin' the swisher in honey and uhhh
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| Nobody’s the best and you better believe it
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| And leave it alone, 'lone
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| I’m a tell y’all all my secrets, son of a mistress, carry on |
| Out of the foster home been raised all of my freaky ways
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| Burn my collection of porn but I don’t want no strays
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| What about church folk stressin' that I should change
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| Live your life I’m a live my life
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| Without the lies and let me pray for change
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| And I keep the pimp cup, I don’t wanna blow the pimps up
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| Cause my fathers father was pimpin'
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| And he left all of his children checkin'
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| I don’t have to respect it, and you don’t have to respect it
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| Give me my space, and I’m a give you yours
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| It’s my profession nigga, it ain’t a game
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| Y’all can pop the collar, it’d be some drama in the parkin' lot
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| Seventh sign poppin' your column
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| One for the money, holla
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| Two for the deep, playas
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| It’s the way we play impalas nigga y’all can (?)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…)
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| It’s how we play, yeah
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| That’s how we play. |