| Yo, word up, I’m bout to rep my motherfuckin hood
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| This is my hood, nigga
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| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
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| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
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| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
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| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
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| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
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| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
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| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
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| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
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| It’s cream on my land, original man, cross water
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| My team break border and court order
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| ESP network, TNT explosive expert
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| Your head jerk
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| Backflip, illegal life shit
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| Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
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| Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
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| New assembly, new identity, remember me
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| Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy
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| Martin Remy, Jack D to ali-ze
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| Yo, the Moe-T Dom P, personal Henny
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| Have me hurt many
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| Actions, coke infractions
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| Manuel and Fidel, our money well
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| Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail
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| Get it all back
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| Smoke the black, hold the gat
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| The streets got me thinking bout my man’s passing
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| Stashin, the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen
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| The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
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| Security be on my back for wrong reason
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| I’m livin' what I’m sayin' on the block all day
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| Before I wasn’t sure, but now I know it’s the way
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| Like, if I get caught I’mma pay
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| Illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say
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| Gettin bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moët
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| While I’m chillin' with my man on the wooden set, Front
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| I strike accurate you get wet
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| Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
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| Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake
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| Lefrak shine, just wait
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| I need half outta that cake of regulate
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| Taken while you scheme and contemplate
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| Only results in the 360 action
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| But if it come back, then I’m pumpin double action
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| Blastin, tearin' niggas physicals in
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| Try and contend, you gets no days with no wins
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| My clientele excel is like the devil’s spell
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| Drove me to the streets young
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| So now I know it well
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| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
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| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
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| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
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| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
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| Yo, son, I’m packin' steel, where ya hard hat
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| You pull out you bust that
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| Your gat useless, where ya heart at
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| It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga
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| Beef with every nigga, watch ya back
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| Of course, you get clapped, you didn’t bust gat
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| Splendid nigga, dirty rat
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| For my Iraq attack, Bust you with mega gat
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| Once a cool cat, smokin 'dagger, put it in my back
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| Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat
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| Go to sleep, I wake you up
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| Noreaga: What, What What, What
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| In Ya crib, tie you up
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| What, what, what, what
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| Hot oil on ya gut
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| Get bucked, get bucked
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| Iraq element don’t give a fuck
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| It’s laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
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| Iraq, see the world, the world see Iraq
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| Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
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| Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
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| We on a mission, not a small time thing
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| I’m addicted to the cash like the crack head is a fiend to the crack
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| But I ain’t into doin' no drugs, I’m just pushing hits
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| And stackin' chips like I’m stackin' bricks for a buildin'
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| Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress
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| Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators
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| Regulators, manipulate
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| Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
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| Watch you deflate like air balloon
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| Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon
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| Like stormy weather, your fatigues ain’t tough as leather
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| Cause we bust bullets, Thinkin' much more clever
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| Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain
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| Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won’t gain
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| Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win
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| We want it all so we can breathe like the wind
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| Bustin 360, cherry red 850
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| Iblis devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me
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| Eyebrows thick, resemble Shatan
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| Arabian mind with source to firearm
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| Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallabees
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| Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
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| Queens Escobars wear jewels like scars
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| You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it
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| Yo, the main Vic, plottin' on you since eighty-six
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| Now it’s nine-six, you lay low, you mad rich
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| Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait
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| While in car, hear a verse, put it in park
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| Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark
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| Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
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| My brother’s keeper, throwing the world in a sleeper
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| The grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
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| The word death, stamped that, it’s on your chest
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| Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit
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| Grip tight, illegal life, A-Alike
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| Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
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| Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder
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| From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia
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| Compadre, diamante, Papi
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| World World 3, CNN history
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| By the powers of God that’s invested in me
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| Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three
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| Got eighty-five percent of y’all worshipping me
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| Back in L.C., hop the cab thirty-three |