| We still from good ol' Cleveland IA
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| We blast away, fuck scrapping, the original thugs
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| East 99 is where ya find me slangin' me llello daily
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| Oh, Cleveland is the city where we come from
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| Cleveland is the city where we come from
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| We’re still from good ol' Cleveland I. A
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| Livin & lastin
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| Blast away, fuck scrapping
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| Me and my militant minded thug-ass mothafuckin' niggas
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| Ya bitch-made mothafucka! |
| Let my niggas be niggas
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| Figure mutiny on the bounty
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| Ain’t no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county
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| Bitch. |
| Goony was half the craft just one of my stud-ies
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| You moody-ah, where your Luchi at?
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| I know where that poochy’s at, you boochie ass
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| Pretty boy, you was a fag
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| I think he a fuckin' whiteboy
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| I’m a motorcycle
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| I was born to ride pscycho
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| Baby, I’m even worse than before
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| Mom, can I call when I’m lost? |
| In a coffin of?? |
| hotsauce?
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| Finna fall in for sure. |
| Roach killas got money for thuggin' niggas
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| He don’t got no doja, and sho 'nuff ain’t got no scrilla
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| And sho' nuff he don’t got no scrilla told ya
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| Helplessly claim that I shorted you out
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| Voted you out, closed you out
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| Nigga, you know what this business about
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| Got my dick in your mouth
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| I got my dick in your mouth
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| These niggas better duck when I buck my tool
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| Nigga, break yo’self, just drop, don’t move
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| Nonetheless Flesh must unfold hot, hot Glocks
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| Drop, stalkin' gat fools
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| Ready to pap you if we have to, I do
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| Really don’t know what’s happenin'
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| Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back
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| Rollin' out, and our goal: to go tripple platinum
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| T’s, killas from off St. Clair
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| Then all hell’s fin to break loose. |
| If you declare war
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| I declare war, sendin' my troops, swoop through
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| In come nuclear warheads, slay
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| I’m sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missles drop
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| Then I make your body move, dance hater
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| Y’all ain’t ready and steady thinkin' you fuck with the thugs
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| Oh damn, you niggas got tons of swift
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| Sharp like a double-edged machette
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| We rollin' out, heated heavily
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| Fifty calliburs and AKs
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| No love for the mothafuckin' po po
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| Kill 'em all and piss on they fuckin' grave
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| Cleveland, better believe it
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| We stay thievin' every last evening. |
| I’ma retreat
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| But proceed with ease
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| Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin'
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| Me and hustlas down for the money
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| Murder and mayhem
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| Where them heartless thugs bail thru the wasteland
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| All this damn chronic concoct me out some hellafied Tonic
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| See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit
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| Blow you away, put it on my thugs
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| Put it on my thugs. |
| Yeah, yeah |