| Let all the live niguz in Kick all the bitch ass niguz out
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| We came to rock and shock the house
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| Turn it out and out and out
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| Aiyo the words could get intricate, vocab’s in my temple
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| But I’mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what I’m into
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| (For the money) It’s essential, and I gotta have it A verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who
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| Ever try to defy these guys, they fry
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| And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill it You yap, not sellin that crap and hurtin me up and back slappin
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| You wouldn’t know Crunch time if you was the Captain
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| It’s here, and yea, we the called, the senders
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| And it’s time to get live once more, we back on this agenda
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| And for ya hopeful niggas, trynna be contenders
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| And we come down like loose coats in the winter
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| Ain’t no slackin in my action
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| I pull my back and beatin tracks in Official Nast, cold smashin, joints happen (Yo what happen?)
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| Nothin just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
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| Cuz niggas be packin pretty brown handle biz, who just a faction
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| But factual react, if frontin and fakin jacks, it’s all a sudden
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| But there better be no proscratin, wit reaction when ya rappin
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| Cuz when you maxin and relaxin, that’s when they start attackin
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| So get the gats, forget the facts, and like there’s no compassion
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| Kick me, cuz I’m a daisy street, as cold as the Alaskan
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| Bought my braids, bought my hat, and Staten stay stackin
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| Give me the shottie, let me liven up the party
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| I like to start trouble, cuz I’m a little rowdy
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| We just three MC’s, that like to fight
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| Even when we start the shit, we always end it right
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| So all of ya, frontins bad for ya health
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| Cuz in the 93, my army goin for self
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| Kids is cruel, more causin then these fucked up conditions
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| That we all hate, but fuck it if this our fate
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| Just listen up to what I say
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| The feds get shot daily, every day
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| Even my man got killed, that was families mournin
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| But from all the dirty bid, I know that hell is callin
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| Went to his wake and shit got held up But niggas wit mask on they face
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| I couldn’t escape, I was stuck
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| They said Everybody in here, up against the wall
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| The dead nigga owe me money, so I’ll collect from y’all
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| The people gave him struggle, 5 minutes went fast
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| When I said I ain’t givin ya nigga shit, I’ma just have to get blast
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| And representin wit my life, I’m full fledged thief
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| And I’m the truth, that’s why we always have beef
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| And we do it like this, and we do it like that
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| Rules and regulations, so watch ya back, and pack a gat
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| Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the streets
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| Cuz goin out, iz what it’s all about |