| They shootin… This is the sound baby… We ridin on these bitch ass
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| niggaz… Joe Crack… Here we go
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| + (with adlibs from Fat Joe)
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
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| This is the sound when we ride on our enemies
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| I thought I told you stay back
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| You aint listen the first time
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| He’s the one that I spit in my first rhyme
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| Now I’m knockin’at your door
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| With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
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| He’s running scared screamin Crack’s back
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| So my nigga take that
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| Niggaz tryin’to hate Crack
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| I’m bringing '88 back
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| We stay strapped comin’for cowards
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| Fuck the 9's man we comin’with choppers
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| Like brat-dat-dit-at (gun shot in background)
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| That’s the sound of them guns
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| When we come
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| And you run
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| Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us We murder cowards
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| I know you heard about my words… now niggaz bow down
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| + (ad libs from Fat Joe) |