| Hey playas, this is Peaches
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| And we comin’up on the new millennium, year 2K
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| And I’mma give you 3 points to keep you in the game
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| Point 1 — Call and meet, ??, pay ya debt
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| Point 2 — Don’t hate the haters
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| They cloudin’your judgement
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| And 3, never let 'em know what you’re thinkin'
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| Hey, I was introduced to fame by way of mouth
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| I was rappin’on this tape, and the rap was about
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| How for my folks, and for mine, I forever stay down
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| And represent this town, and for that, I’ll be crowned
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| It’s been known that my attitude’ll reach it’s peak
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| That’s right
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| But never has it once stopped the way that I think
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| I know the speakers addin’bricks to the path you lay
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| And to be is to live everything you say
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| I read once that if you die, the people couldn’t forget
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| That your eternal flame will forever stay lit
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| One day I’ll leave this place and add another star to the sky
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| But all of my creations, they never would die
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| I told you dirty Jed Clampett tried to front me some weight
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| This time he pushed me in his house, and had it layed on the plate
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| He had stacks of it packed all down in these crates
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| Stampin’BDF, nothin’but that flake
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| See, the only way the Southcoast will ever become
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| We gotta all come together, and become as one
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| When they say What’s your name?
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| We say Where you from?
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| When they What you say?
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| We say Come get some!
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| We make any click or crew, run and call the cops
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| Picallo said play with the bomb, and y’all get knocked off top
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| History is proven and will lead you right
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| The acts you commit will be recorded for life (for life)
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| 1 — You did it before, you’ll do it again
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| All this pain got me goin’through recovery
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| Withdrawl pains from my ghetto life and concrete streets
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| Get it how you live, I live hard, that’s how I get it Execute them punk niggas that ain’t wit it Straight thuggin', my face wrinkles, my mind sprinkles
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| Mounds livin’off the track, shinin’it like twinkle
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| Ride the beat, 160 like my white Impala
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| Hit that spray and leave them niggas for them dollas
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| I can’t explain why, but Tangaray and ??
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| Bring out the mothafuckin’dog in the real niggas
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| Do you remember Rap used to be so fun shit?
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| Now niggas gettin’killed over who they run with
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| Run with me, and see if I give a fuck though
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| Wicked when I kick it, most expected to do dope flows
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| Underground, treasured by the ones who listen to it Respected in the field by them soldiers who really do it
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| I’m on the frontline, moral for the troops
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| Makin’niggas lace their boots, and hit they mark when they shoot
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| Lord forgive me, but my people must defend their people
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| It’s gonna take mass destruction just to see we all equal
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| Forty days and forty nights, we gon’fight and get wreckless
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| If I die, fresh play, and I will be ressurrected
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| Eyes red as fire, flash the grill for the non-believers
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| And we gon’let the child lead us, let the child lead us Repeat 1 to fade |