| I, pledge alle-giance
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| To all my hom-ies who may ne-ver
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| Lo-ove a ho and ne-ver will.
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| I, give my bo-dyyy
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| And I give my so-ulll to the funk
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| May the funk, never end
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| I pledge allegiance, to paper chasers
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| To hustlers who be steady pulling capers
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| Peace and blessing, may the sun always shine on you
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| I’m serving paper, see ya later
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| I guess that’s one mo' thing, I can’t be faded
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| You can test me, get discombobulated
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| Ain’t no question I’m gon' fuck with this
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| I do it for the funk of it
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| I pledge allegiance to my — homies who keep it gangsta
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| Fuck all the haters they can’t stop this groove
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| I pledge allegiance to the — game cause it got me balling
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| Game don’t wait so I’m not stalling
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| I’m still dissing, she’s still calling
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| Uhh, what, what, yeah
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| Uhh, check it out now, uh
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| See this is front line, no turning back now
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| I’m about to score, this is war on the track now (woo!)
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| Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now
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| I’m 'bout to spit it, and Lord I’mma get it
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| In the worst WAYYY, slay — competition
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| Move the opposition, back wake the fuck up! |
| (uh-huh)
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| Cause when I get beyond enemy lines
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| I might snipe that ass like John Kennedy’s mind
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| Thou shall not get caught, that’s the remedy
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| Disinfect gun wounds on my last bottle of Hennessy
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| Bleed to let the seeds remember my memories
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| It’s killed or be killed here son that’s the penalty
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| RIDE for the funk, CRY for the funk
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| In the heat of the night, I DIE for the funk
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| Pharoahe, when I’m six feet deep there’s no greiving
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| Salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance cause |