| Its the illness going on
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| Yo Shatek hit me
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| Y-Young
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| Youngn' Restless
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| Joe Crack
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| Strong Armin', T. S
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| Patterson, B-X
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| Hold UP!
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| Boy, look what you done started now
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| Ain’t no stopping this or calming it down
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| Don’t let me catch one of you fools out of bounds
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| Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave
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| Man, look what you done started now
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| Ain’t no stopping this or calming it down
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| Don’t let me catch one of you fools out of bounds
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| Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave
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| Cowards en traced all this anger and hatred
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| Gon' make me damage abrasion my attitude is very impatient
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| Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is erase him
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| Yea he used to be my dog, but fuck a relation
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| Once he get money and fame, everybody starts aging
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| Shit ain’t no longer the same, your own niggas be hatin'
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| Can’t see another brother succeed
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| So you backstab 'em just to see how long he’ll bleed
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| But I’m a strong man, pops always told me never fear no man
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| That’s why I’m scarred up on both hands
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| And never love a bitch, hell naw I can’t trust a bitch
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| Fuck 'em and leave 'em, that’s the way you thug a bitch
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| It’s how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage
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| And I’m just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?)
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| Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage
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| And I’m just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y’all)
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| Dog I came here to prove your wackness
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| Bunch of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards
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| This is hardcore, ain’t no acoustic classic
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| Nigga swift for anything reserving using a ratchet
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| Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission
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| I’m handling mine, occupation scramble and grind
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| Stop your facing, shank you with knives
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| You’re missing a born soldier, operation declined
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| I’m like a optician, with a vision to shine
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| A hundred steps ahead of y’all, ain’t no getting behind
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| Say what I choose cause I done payed my dues
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| Came from an error of pain and terror, alot of rainy weather
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| I learned to survive through the hatred and lies
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| That’s why from far away, I can spot a snake in disguise
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| And believe me dog we ain’t scared, hope you came prepared
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| Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don’t play fair
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| B-X, T. S
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| Ya heard me?
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| Youngn' Rest
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| Uh, yo, yo
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| Gear up, you need to fear us
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| One false move and get paw-pierced up
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| Drinking like one high loop, man I bang you in the club
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| Drain the henny out your stomach and replace it with blood
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| You wish us to hell cause we too real
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| Selling two mills and still ain’t afraid to pull steal
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| Ready Rock ain’t concerned with y’all
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| I’m too big too strong for y’all
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| And I came too long for y’all, ya heard Pun
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| Takes years to earn a pair of Terror Squad balls
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| Heard you niggas want it with us, a fatal mistake
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| Been blazing the game since niggas fourth-aides
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| Crack is king, man the city is mine
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| And I ain’t got no problem with bidding with +Shyne+
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| Here’s the real deal homie, stakes is high
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| Look at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker) |