| I got a ride
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| You got a ride
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| We got a ride, that hit up from both sides
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| Yo, it’s the way of the world, right
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| And can’t nobody change, the way that nigga Williams does his thang
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| You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
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| And I’m still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)
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| That’s me, voted, most likely to squeeze (blahaw)
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| Now I’m worth 6 hundered G’s
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| Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
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| Plus I got all my motherfuckin’thugs here
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| First Family style buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
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| And, shortie take notice, my shit sold
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| (Never went gold), but fuck it I’m still dope (broke)
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| Don’t pretend to be no millionaire
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| I’m makin’dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
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| See that’s my destiny, although
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| We know none of the wack niggas is touchin’me so…
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| M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap)
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| What you want (hip hop) here it is (feel that)
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| Roll with me, on this hip hop journey
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| I represent mine and whatever consern me
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| (The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)
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| Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days)
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| On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (shit that I’m use to)
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| Now a days, rappers act pretty
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| Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City
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| Talkin’bout all the (cars you lust)
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| Guns you bust and still get roobed by the ones you trust
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| But y’all (dogs) soon will see (what's that?)
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| What we bringin’to this sheisty ass industry
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| Now (now) that’s my destiny, although,
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| We know none of y’all wack niggas is touchin’me, so…
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| Now throw your motherfuckin’hands up (for what?)
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| Keep it simple, ask no questions
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| We won’t pop this Smith-N-Wesso at your temple
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| (Do you know what we into?) Check the resemy
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| We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug niggas around the way
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| We still ill, Sometimes we deside to kill
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| But we still in the vill, so sometimes we liable to steal
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| Plus we bust, don’t mistake us for no other
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| Eye’s screamin’like a demon
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| Finger itchin’like a motherfucker
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| Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
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| Real we come up we homicide, we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)
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| Black, emptyin’on sight, use your head
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| You don’t wanna get up in this thug life
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| Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
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| Yeah, world famous, international
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| Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin' |