| Let me ask this question real quick, umm, as far as the Smif-N-Wessun
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| and the name change and everything like that; |
| now how did that come
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| about? |
| How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like
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| that?
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| That was jealousy, man. |
| That’s all that is, man. |
| (Jealousy, man)
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| Jealousy and ignorance, man.
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| Yeah
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| Niggaz got me stressed, man
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| Oh, just burn a spliff don’t worry about that
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| In my pink Cadi, I have a ???
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| Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood
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| I make 'em snap it, test it My choice of weapon
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| That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm
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| Try
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| Sue me for the namesake
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| Yo, who’s pimpin'
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| Yo, who’s pimpin'
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| I woke up in the morning, what did I see
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| Unknown faces starin’down at me First off with the flee
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| As fear overpowered me Cloriphil got me ready to black, I can’t breathe
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| Niggaz askin’me who’s Smif and who’s Wessun
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| We got you now we’re lookin’for your partner 'cause you’re messin'
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| With the incomin’currency
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| And frankly we don’t give a fuck about your privacy
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| We been watchin’you for a while now
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| We know about the calls made back and forth down south
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| Word of mouth
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| You had your peoples workin’out
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| But I doubt you had 'em lookin’out
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| 'Cause we can pick 'em out
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| Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems
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| Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
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| Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
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| You got big dreams comin''round tryin’to change things
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| Let me say
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| Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
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| They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to mention
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| Well, tell them that we no 'fraid
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| We don’t have a big gate
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| From every corner, angle, and section
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| ???not quite far
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| I see '99 in crystal ball
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| Them city-order ducks softly walk
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| I got suppenoed by the government the other day
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| I opened it and read it It said they was suin'
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| Said I couldn’t move the way that I was movin'
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| And I couldn’t do the things that I was doin'
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| Causin’mass confusion with the name that we was usin'
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| Said they gun sales was conflictin’with our music
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| Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
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| Ain’t that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
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| Probably heard his junior singin’Mr. |
| Ripper’s in Your Area
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| Feel your heart skip a beat as I’m nearin you
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| I’m hearin’ya
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| Askin’yo seed, who was me At the same time you break my classic CD
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| Run it to the phone callin’up ???
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| I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
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| They even got my local boys sayin’that stuff
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| I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush
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| I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
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| I open and read it They said they was suin'
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| Somethin’about we was causin’confusion
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| Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin'
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| Had our associates nervous
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| Soup, try to serve it Got our investors actin’real shady tryin’to jerk us Got Tek ready to break somethin'
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| I’m chillin’and stayed pumpin'
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| Say somethin'
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| I tell you why the frame won’t even think nothin'
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| Hell fell
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| Oh, well
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| I yell
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| Swear
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| We gonna send 'em all to hell (X2)
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| So you’re hesitant
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| Where a brother quest to represent
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| I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
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| In fact, cops signed the last government
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| Contract
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| Yeah, umm
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| So where’s your first world war
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| Now presently on tour
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| Hardcore
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| Come on knockin’at your door
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| Your revolver took down many of '90's lords
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| Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
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| So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa |