| Niggas scared to pull a hit
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| for shit, my team will know a bitch sniffer
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| pyriamid off a dollar bill, she will, 97 to the hill
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| get ill, do your thing, I ain’t mad at you son,
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| it’s how you feel…
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| Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision can’t see
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| straight off top, me ral and Mussolini
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| was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up,
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| once these ropes get cut I’m getting highed up slow it down, you moving to fast
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| kid it’s the halves, you ain’t know,
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| it’s illegal life shit, bring bloody cash
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| so what you do, in due time, come back in view
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| that’s why niggas can’t relate to L.A., they stick you
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| As long we map this, revolution is a bliss,
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| keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death lists
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| black gangsta, 2 5 I co-perfect this
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| CNN, iced out piece, italian necklace
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| stef bauer, you and L, yall work the hour
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| you all dirty, like the clique don’t take shower
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| there’s more to get, hit the fuck up, taking power
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| 100 channels, turn station, operation 140
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| earthquake would bring glory
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| Noreaga, but for short just call me Ore,
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| catagory, point-blank end of the story
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| Chorus
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| I never sweat these, I let trees blow
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| get bent on benches, hopping the fences
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| here they come in long trenches, crack
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| chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em,
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| jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em
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| roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner
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| betting stacks, holding packs,
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| hoping police don’t run deep on us peep the third floor shade that never rises
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| for jake, our whole weight, plus gat and great disguises
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| bullet proof down to my Nike’s now we the livest
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| survivest, open up after I contact, combat
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| twisting yer cap, and listen to rap
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| postion to mack, to blow out your back
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| ho’s across the map, foe’s eat a dick in fact
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| I’m a score, flip and roll like Dominique Dawes
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| Yea flip that
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| Chorus 2x
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| Yo black gangsta, where they at, where they at Queensbridge and Iraq |