| Take it back to strong arms, you wonder why I’m rapping
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| I don’t know either
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| Just figured if we asking we could get a couple captives
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| Book me for some racks and we could put away the ratchets
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| Not for good but in the jackets
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| 'Cause my hood is interactive
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| Need to watch your back
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| If you got old school beef better have that Illmatic (brrrattt)
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| It’s the movie version, I start Uzi Vertin'
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| 'Cause I’m tryna make sense to a stupid person
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| Robbery in and out like the Burger Shack
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| Probably hit your mouth before I murder that either kind of pussy
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| Scheming on these rookies with the nina or the steamer
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| While I’m teaming up and beaming up
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| Seen enough to beat 'em up, even leave the heat untucked
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| My people need to even up, have our kids read to us
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| Never say shit on the phone, fuck entrapment
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| Underground tracks 'cause that’s where the blacks went!
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| We can argue, we can chat
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| We can barter, we can scrap
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| Revolver leave 'em flat
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| Magnetic get it crackin'!
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| East coast to the southside
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| Y’all here without pride
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| Scared to come outside
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| We get it crackin'!
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| We can argue, we can chat
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| We can barter, we can scrap
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| Revolver leave 'em flat
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| Magnetic get it crackin'!
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| East coast to the southside
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| Y’all here without pride
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| Scared to come outside
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| We get it crackin'!
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| Guerilla trained, I’m Kong gorilla frame
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| Unharmed and I’m armed — the gun long as middle names
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| Posted for little change, choker like little chains
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| Hoping to rearrange my loc’ing or be insane
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| I get it crackin', gun charge in Manhattan
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| Assault on both coasts, tell 'em what the fuck happened
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| Important as ya last hit, keep smacking
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| Promoters and producers, any rappers that’s a nuisance
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| Asking for my new shit, where’s my old investment?
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| I ain’t talking drugs, talking 'bout the golden records
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| I ain’t even sold ten thou, they stream triple that
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| And it’s been a while, I cock the nickel back
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| Act stupid, they trap students
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| And call 'em a terrorist black movement
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| And link 'em to mass shootings
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| That’s stupid
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| My gun dumbing out
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| Then we out of town before the sun is out!
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| We can argue, we can chat
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| We can barter, we can scrap
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| Revolver leave 'em flat
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| Magnetic get it crackin'!
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| East coast to the southside
|
| Y’all here without pride
|
| Scared to come outside
|
| We get it crackin'!
|
| We can argue, we can chat
|
| We can barter, we can scrap
|
| Revolver leave 'em flat
|
| Magnetic get it crackin'!
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| East coast to the southside
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| Y’all here without pride
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| Scared to come outside
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| We get it crackin'! |