| Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! |
| He heh
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| Master P and Treach, nigga
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| It’s all family baby
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| Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers
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| And when we posse up, these niggaz gon' pay us
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| I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?)
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| You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)
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| We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
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| (Where they at? Let’s GET EM!)
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| Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
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| (Where they at? Let’s GET EM!)
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| With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
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| in the place for anybody not payin-on-time
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| Rather be up in a six foot cell
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| before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
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| And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
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| I know niggaz are so scandalous
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| The ones I bust I’ma show em nuff? |
| on how many people
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| thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
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| I thought somebody told you, BOY
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| Them Naughty niggaz ain’t no toys
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| You’re fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
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| Sixteen car man entourage
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| And when we get things started, I’m the hardest artist
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| Styles I flips retarded
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| Family who can handle this
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| From Illtown to S.E. |
| to Los Angeles
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| Hear the tale, of the n’Illtown O.G., better know me
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| Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
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| and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
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| and down to scrap, raise em from that
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| True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
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| that’ll blaze them butts, don’t play for fuck
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| Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie’s jackin
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| with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
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| You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it
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| And have partners have to split shit with
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| (Nah, pay me now, bust it)
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| At sundown see I went on work
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| I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
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| Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
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| With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
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| He better pay me like he postin bail
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| or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail
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| Don’t look now, but I’M BACK!
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| Now give me all my props again
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| I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!
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| We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
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| It’s Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem
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| No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!
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| Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!
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| No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
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| I’m grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
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| I’ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!
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| Turnin and tusslin
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| Clutchin and musclin
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| I saw myself the demons when I’m BUSTIN THEM
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| If you wanna live you wouldn’t FUCK WITH THEM
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| Don’t FUCK WITH THEM
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| Ha hah, don’t fuck with them, look
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| Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough
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| Feature Al Capone’s way out nigga, I got that type of flow
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| Don’t floss, if it ain’t yours
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| See we a bunch of feature artists, y’all a bunch of «and mores.»
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| Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours
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| Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors
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| Can’t even touch the flow, can’t even touch no coat
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| Bitch I’m made now, I can’t even much touch no mo'
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| Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
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| Say y’know a nigga like me, you’re lyin bitch
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| cause I’m like one of a kind
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| From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
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| I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
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| So y’all better have what you owe me! |
| By sundown
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| Or else I’ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem
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| We gonna get y’all! |