| Ah, yeah, ya know what I’m sayin'
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| Nine Trey, Brand Nubian in effect
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| On ya motherfuckin' head, not givin' a fuck
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| Word up, know what I’m sayin'
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| In the wilderness of North America
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| You like to taste the lead, well, get ya face fed
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| After I’m done, you rather suck on pencils
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| Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
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| As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart
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| Now brothers talk shit and can’t back it
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| That’s why I had to fit 'em for a full metal jacket
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| Peel his cap once 'cause I know it’s all it takes
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| Watch the motherfucker fall and his body catch the shakes
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| (Blast)
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| Just before he die, I’ma look him in his eye
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| Ask the nigga how he figure, he was big enough to try
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| The motherfuckin' G to the O to the D
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| I told ya couple times that 'The Gods Must Be Crazy'
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| But ya didn’t listen, so now ya on a mission
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| To get an autopsy, a raw CO, ya can’t stops me
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| Now tell me is there anybody else
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| Before I put my AK back up on the shelf
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| 'Cause I put in work like Job Corps
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| Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
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| Their life by a knife or a gun
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| So when ya see me comin', nigga run
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| A fuckin' menace to society
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| Somebody’s dead, a whole crowd forms
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| The cops ain’t even come yet and money’s dead in the street
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| Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin'
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| Six girls cryin' wild 'cause money had a child
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| A good dick couldn’t even stand the 44 lick
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| Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed casket
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| And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints
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| My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama
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| I gotta cousin, says she’s got some friends
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| She says they strictly fuckin', I could get away from buckin'
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| She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
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| And sex is but a word, it ain’t shit, I ain’t heard
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| Tell my moms, I ain’t leavin', my crew said to stay
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| My crew, I’m believin', so fuck it anyway
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| I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel
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| And my crew from Courtland Ave, they always say they’ll set it off
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| And if I choose, who’s somebody might die
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| And if they don’t die then they won’t be able to walk
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| Pump slugs in his back for talkin' pussy talk
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| A fuckin' menace to society
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| A fuckin' menace to society
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| See I had to lick 'em, punk motherfucker
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| Everybody down with my crew, a fuckin' menace to society
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| A fuckin' menace to society |