| If there’s a problem then it’s on sight
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| Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
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| There be violence around here all night
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| We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
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| Though when you show up it’s a DOA
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| Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
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| Won’t a damn thing be ok
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| Look what I’m becoming
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| Won’t be slowing down for nothing
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| Look, I got them buggin' fuck out, been glowin' lately
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| Middle of the ring when they droppin', I know I’m crazy
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| The horror’s too much to stomach, he vomit maybe
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| A bunch of rules we abolish, narcotic babies
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| Took a posse of loonies to raise me
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| The odds were shaky
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| My heart’s still breaking, you had to take 'em
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| around, get your organs sliced
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| you wasted all your life
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| It bees like that, just one of them nights
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| I bet them people crackin' goin' for white
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| Where them clappin' on the corner
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| Can’t seem to last, too long a fight
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| You’d rather kill then leave here wrong or right
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| Who need a strong unite
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| Whip through your neighborhood all in spite
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| If there’s a problem then it’s on sight
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| Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
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| There be violence around here all night
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| We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
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| Though when you show up it’s a DOA
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| Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
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| Won’t a damn thing be ok
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| Look what I’m becoming
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| Won’t be slowing down for nothing
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| Miss me with 'em candy rappers, I’m not them other suckers
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| I probably fucked your baby mother, I’m a motherfucker
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| No loyalty among thieves, just too emotional
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| Your heart on your sleeve
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| With mood swings, bobbin' your weave
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| Fit the apple after Eve, man, I got no soul
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| I’m around from the crossroad, Jesus piece, rose gold
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| You got Pinocchio nose, you only sold in your flow
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| I’m on that cold corner bumpin' Cold Corner by my bro
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| Got it for the low on the low
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| Even if I don’t blow, I got blow
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| Your hoe detonate and watch her blow
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| Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
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| Which one of y’all got to go?
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| Cop asked me what they shot me for
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| I told 'em bitches I don’t know
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| If there’s a problem then it’s on sight
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| Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
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| There be violence around here all night
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| We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
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| Though when you show up it’s a DOA
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| Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
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| Won’t a damn thing be ok
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| Look what I’m becoming
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| Won’t be slowing down for nothing
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| Humble beginnings in a crack team
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| But everything changed when the money came
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| We went from duckin' the narcs to condos in Battery Park
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| Send my bitch to DR, she done up
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| Her ass and her breasts sick
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| I feel like fat cat in '86
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| A hundred bricks for that yard stick quality
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| Drought come we got enough to raise the economy
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| Bomb first cause these haters ain’t harmin' me
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| Forward thinkin' so the past don’t bother me
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| Where I’m from victory is survival
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| Snitches on the steer with their hand on the Bible
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| To be or not to be, that’s the question
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| I’m out to get it, obstacles in my direction
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| No new friends cause these fake niggas snitchin'
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| We all trial in the streets and the jurors is the henchmen
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| If there’s a problem then it’s on sight
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| Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
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| There be violence around here all night
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| We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
|
| Though when you show up it’s a DOA
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| Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
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| Won’t a damn thing be ok
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| Look what I’m becoming
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| Won’t be slowing down for nothing
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| I’ve been sellin' dope out my mama house
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| I think she knowin' what I’m doin'
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| She be lookin' when I’m cookin'
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| Got 'em comin' in and goin' out
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| One of my partners went to catch a brick
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| Got it tooken and I got Codeine pourin' out
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| I’m double cupped up, dopeboy
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| I used the fishscale to hook 'em
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| I got your bitch showin' out
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| I just told 'em find some flights, I’m a book 'em
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| I got pounds in my hoe’s house
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| Servin' on my granny porch
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| Got a pair of doctor bill I ain’t have no choice
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| Connected with the coke like I was from Miami, boy
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| So much dope if you fuck up they kill your family, boy
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| If there’s a problem then it’s on sight
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| Hope somebody cares about 'em, 24 hours wildin'
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| There be violence around here all night
|
| We ready for the battle with the shit we can paddle
|
| Though when you show up it’s a DOA
|
| Everybody cryin' to your family, you lyin'
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| Won’t a damn thing be ok
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| Look what I’m becoming
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| Won’t be slowing down for nothing |