| Big city lights, big city name
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| Where the only thing you know is the dope-dealing game
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| Makin that money just as fast as you can
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| And this pride is yours in bein a (dopeman)
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| Rollin big cars and carryin big knots
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| Niggas pushin Benzes with the drop-tops
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| Bitches all around, all over the place
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| Eyes open wide for a sap to chase
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| They just lookin for a fool to pay the rent
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| But bitch, you’re dead wrong, you won’t get a cent
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| Girlies out there, they don’t know my name
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| MC Breed and that’s me and that’s one and the same
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| I went from pushin ki’s of pure d caine
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| To writin def lyrics for the Underground Slang
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| (Money bustin out my socks) -→Kool G Rap
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| The U-n-d-e-r-ground
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| Punk, don’t make a sound
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| DFC comin through like: move!
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| Cause ain’t shit for my posse to prove
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| Poppin caps don’t matter, brain cells scatter
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| We head away on a 20 ft. ladder
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| Free as a bird, time to pass go The posse break out, and T’s drivin real slow
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| Lights start flashin all in my face
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| Red said Fuck it, and began to race
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| Went 20 miles up, ridin through
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| T looked at me, said (peep the gas tank)
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| To hell with it, pull on the side of the road
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| Get our of your jeep! |
| — man, you are cold
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| I yelled out the roof: Fuck you hoes!
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| We paid 20 grand for bullet-proof windows
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| 2 ounces of dope in my fix-a-flat
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| 2 rounds of ammo for my personal gat
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| Killed a 8 Ball, I’m ready to go The sounds of flashing nine made my blood flow
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| (*shots*)Jumped on the roof and sprayed the beamlight
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| 20 dead cops who ain’t nothin nice
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| People don’t know us, and they call us a gang
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| But we fo’raw niggas from the Underground Slang
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| The Underground Slang
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| Man… cold 40s, man
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| Lay back, uknowmsayin?
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| …some of these girlies out there, uknowmsayin?
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| The homie Red, uknomsayin
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| Cash T, Technology, me MC Breed
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| The whole DFC posse, uknowmsayin?
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| Standin for the 'Dope Force Connection'
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| Peace |