| Yo, I don’t even want to fight with you man
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| I’ll lay you right where you stand
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| You can catch a few shells
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| One go right through your polo, man
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| Usually I’m dolo and I gotta crazy team
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| Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laserbeam
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| Shit, it’s that Ol' G Flavor
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| Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior
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| All point but I ain’t tryna scuffle with chumps
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| My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump
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| Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way
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| I’ll stand and I’ll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way
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| Your girl want me 'cause I do it better than you
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| The whole world wants me nigga, I’ma legend to you
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| Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggas
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| Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I’ma be seenin them figures
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| It don’t matter, you don’t have to be likin me man
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| Keep playin, you’ll be layin there, right where you stand
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| Gun on my waist, knife in my hand
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| I keep tellin you cowards, I’ma leave you there right where you stand
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| I don’t want to talk and I ain’t tryna want to fight with ya man
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| Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand
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| Some say I’m trifflin, sometimes I’m rightfully am
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| But I don’t give a fuck, I’ma leave you right where you stand
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| You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am
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| D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what
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| You want to know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope
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| 'cause right now, I’m currently a slave for Interscope
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| Respect first, then money — basic shit
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| If you got niggas under pressure, you could take they shit
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| Listen, I’ma leave you right where you stand
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| Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man
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| 'cause he pussy, he ain’t gonna do nothin but look
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| When it come to beef, he don’t want to do nothing but cook
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| As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome
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| Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open
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| I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark
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| Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC
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| Keep playin, why’all niggas will burn
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| And you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggas to learn
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| Let the .40 Cal give em a perm
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| This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ
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| Just mad 'cause you’ll never be as nice as I am
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| J to the mwah and I’ll leave you right where you stand, huh…
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| «You gangstas is cosmetic…»
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| «Keep playin, you’ll be layin there, right where you stand…»
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| «My people from the hood stay on the grind…»
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| «D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what…»
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| «You gangstas is cosmetic…»
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| «W-w-w-w-w-word…»
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| I see you got the fear of God in you
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| We’ll tear your heart in two
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| Too bad you didn’t know what you got into
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| Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness
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| My name carry weight to capitate most vipers
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| Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater
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| Flow is angry like I’m in your face with heaters
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| Chasin divas — nah, I don’t ever have to do that
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| P.I. |
| till I die and I laugh at you cats
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| You happy perhaps 'cause you got dough and bitches
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| But no love from streets only for moles and snitches
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| Only from the meatlapin, suckers won’t see it happen
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| Cross that line, then it’s time for the heat clappin
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| I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me
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| I got game to make Janet want to spend on me
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| Some say I’m trifflin and sometimes I’m rightfully am
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| Getcha man, I’ll lay him right where he stand |