| If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
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| Beat up your face
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| No surrender, me no run away
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| If you get in the way, I want to clean up brigade
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| Beat up your face
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| No surrender, me no run away
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| Last time I checked, I wasn’t soft on these streets
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| Bled and fought, win, lose, or draw on these streets
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| Rob a seven fifty, got taught on these streets
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| Open shopping, hotels
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| Serve raw on these streets
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| Jumps feel tough and the shot gun pop one
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| Wanted me a mouth-piece but Bow Wow’s got one
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| Eatin' when they sleepin'
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| Feedin' my aggression
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| Ease when they be, watch them freeze under pressure
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| Lyrically inclined I post and represent
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| Shit no, sick flow
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| Throw some medicine
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| X-Macmilicon
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| Young, black militant
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| Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent
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| Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
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| You know I’mma show my ass everywhere I go
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| 2002, close case
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| I shot him in the face (No surrender, me no run away)
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| I couldn’t get at the nigga, so I made it my point to get at his bitch
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| Check me out, look
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| Up in sovereign when I saw you dancin'
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| Approach her from behind like do ya damn ting
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| She tellin' me she feelin my Jamaican accent
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| So I walked up by the leavy trying to break her back-in
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| She pullin' on my dreads she call me Mr. Lova
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| I’m send me love to Shabba Ranks, she call me Mr. Lova
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| We’re all going on a summer holiday
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| Hustle in the drow, we can run the holiday
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| We’re all going on a summer holiday
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| Hustle in the drow, tryna run the holiday
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| Might as well sag my pants everywhere I go
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| You know Ima show my ass everywhere I go |