| It’s all, good, my, nigga
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| That’s right, you know how we do dawg, «Pull It»
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| Y.O., Harlem, we back part two man, Dark Man where you at?
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| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHH, UHHHH!!!
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| Let’s set this shit off, start this shit RIGHT
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| It’s goin down to-night!
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| Dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat
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| Dawg stalks the streets, in New York to eat
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| How many times do I gotta come through (YEA!)
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| Layin that thing down, puttin holes in you
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| You cats get it on the double, so stay the fuck
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| Out of my WAYYYY, you don’t want no trouble (c'mon!)
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| We travel double far, to bring you trouble God
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| We rollin double hard, yea nigga Double R!
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| I don’t know what you thought it was, but it’s NOT
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| But I know that you caught the SLUGS, they was hot
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| Get the fuck off the block! |
| (WHAT?) There’s no more room
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| For bitch niggas (uhh) dawg I’m comin to get niggas (YEA!)
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| Lift niggas, out they boots, dust it
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| Cause I don’t just walk around with them things to bust it
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| Uhh, we go hard!
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| Never mind what a nigga say — we go hard!
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| We gon' play how we wanna play — we go hard!
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| Man we do this shit all day — we go hard!
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| Motherfucker! |
| Uhh, we go hard!
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| Never mind what a nigga say — we go hard!
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| We gon' play how we wanna play — we go hard!
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| Bitch, we do this shit all day — we go hard!
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| Motherfucker!
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| Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie
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| Fuck the dick-suckin-ass-lickin male groupies
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| Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance
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| I’m cookin up coke, lookin for clients
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| I got the AK, SK, 40 cal
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| Scope red on your head still 40 thou' (40 thousand)
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| Worse than foul Nerf turf burstin blaow
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| Give the church my child, ask to nurture thou
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| Cause I’ve seen the hearses now
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| But if this was Gilligan’s Island, Thurston Howell, wow
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| Look at his kicks, they worth a thou'
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| Isn’t it sad, do what I say or wish that you had
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| Your Mrs get grabbed, stabbed up, you piss in a bag
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| Or worse than that, zipped in a bag
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| Broke to fractions, a division of math
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| From, Hollywood, shittin on Shaft, we go hard
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| Killa Killa Killa, Killa uh uhh
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| KILLA!
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| X and Killer Cam, Dark Man X, once again — PULL IT!
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| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHHHHHHH!
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| I just love how it’s goin, Cam, X flowin
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| (GET AT 'EM DAWG) I’m already knowin
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| Step lightly around dawg (YEA!) I might be hittin town dawg (YEA)
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| You really tryin to get down dawg?
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| Only thing I can do with pussy is fuck it
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| And I would tell you to suck my dick but you might suck it
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| See y’all niggas the cat type (WHAT?)
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| You still a baby get your ass wiped (WHAT?)
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| Must I take a nigga’s last stripe? |
| (c'mon!)
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| Youse a bitch, now more bitch than a bitch
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| Still a bitch fuckin bitch, you been a bitch
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| Know how we do, run up, in a bitch
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| Peep the crib, run up, in it quick (yea!)
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| Everything breathin stops; |
| only thing my niggas is leavin
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| Is shots, you done got a nigga hot
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| Let me catch you on the block, bitch-ass niggas is cowards
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| Done fucked around and dropped the soap in the shower (C'MON!) |