| My pound’s spittin, cowards snitchin so what it is
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| Like a hearty meal in heat, stickin to your ribs
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| Guerilla style tactic, I learned from growin up in The Bridge
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| Be down huntin up on you or at your crib
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| I’m waitin for my enemies while your bent off the Hennessy
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| Hold the hammer steadily baby girl now you better be
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| Far from that bitch ass nigga we on fire
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| Nigga went against the grain so I’m givin 'em more fire
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| With that lava spittin out of them cannons whattup sire
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| Mobb connected with Wonder you know that shit is fire
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| Yeah! |
| And I’m about to squeeze
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| Got my finger on the trigger then we blow some trees
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| Little kids growin up listen to M-O-B-B
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| They hear about our guns the word’s on the street
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| We infamous for drama keep that trauma in our reach
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| We infamous with beef keep them thangs were we be
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| It be hot where we be
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| No matter the weather in the drops in the jeeps
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| You steal from my heat they heard about how we squeeze
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| Original rudeboys comin out of Queens, you know what I mean
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| Don’t act stupid now
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| We schooled you niggas how to keep that trigger POW!!!
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| Where you niggas now, all y’all got a little power
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| Little bitty strength till I shoot some of your people
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| Or now I’m makin sense to my…
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| My enemies, mi unlock it time I cock it time I pop it
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| Time I put it pon mi enemies
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| You won’t get away from the ride that comes with atrocities
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| I got you where I want you now my fingers on the triggers
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| And I’m about to squeeze, beggin me oh please
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| + (DJ Khalid)
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| Aiyyo cling cling (Uh oh, where my killas at?)
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| Joe Crack Joe Crack!!!(And what you gwaan do?)
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| Head gone, head gone, we got 'em runnin now
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| Aiyyo Pun look twin we got 'em runnin now
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| Who waan test I the true king of N. Y
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| Put out the racthet be like budda budda budda bye bye bye!!!
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| (PUUUUUULLLLLLLL UUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP!!!)
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| Enemies there’s no safe haven
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| You crazy I blaze you now when you bathin in your vacation
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| I hate waitin no more biz, the fo' fifth will leave 'em leakin
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| Them small kids are gonna sure miss my (Wayne Wonder: Enenies)
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| We all got 'em, most high talkin when the babylon lock 'em down
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| Don’t start no shit won’t be no shit
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| Badboy dead rich and he still don’t switch
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| Like at Harlem at the Rucker we live for beef
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| Cause we didn’t see a sign of our…
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| My enemies, mi unlock it time I cock it time I pop it
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| Time I put it pon mi enemies
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| You won’t get away from the ride that comes with atrocities
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| I got you where I want you now my fingers on the triggers
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| And I’m about to squeeze, beggin me oh please
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| Boy yuh shoulda neva mek my temperature rise
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| Load up a ready fi go buss at sunrise
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| Black talon and infared face dem surprised
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| Dem nuh see a who call DJ disguise
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| Don’t judge becau mi simple mek mi tell oonu dat nuh wise
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| Get mi all rot wid blood inna mi eyes
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| Pussyhole dead wid oonu fleas and flies
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| Car crash a dranco hitch upon dry eyes, so
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| My enemies, mi unlock it time I cock it time I pop it
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| Time I put it pon mi enemies
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| You won’t get away from the ride that comes with a atrocites
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| I got you where I want you now my fingers on the triggers
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| And I’m about to squeeze, beggin me oh please |