| We comin' thru, coming thru
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| Like what, what
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| I’m going in like a deep cut
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| Nigga better keep shut
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| Before you get your ass stomp down and get beat up
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| Watch how nigga’s creep up, right up on your G, what
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| Rappers better get they security fucking beefed up
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| Straight up out the darkside, upper east barkside
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| Lookin' for a mark, nigga’s coming out the archives
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| Attention so thick, you could cut it whith a sharp knife
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| Not to mention my clique, we starving apartheid
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| My middle name is fuck that, cause everything is fuck that
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| Imma bust first, and bet the nigga’s won' bust back
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| Cause they be dead, trust that
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| Nigga kill a tough act
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| Cops kickin' down the door, the coke you better flush that
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| All you nigga’s suspect, don’t wanna make me upset
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| Pockets on full and it still ain’t enough yet
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| I’ll beat yo ass in public, nigga’s better cut checks
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| I bring it to your face, and nigga’s wanna change the subject
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| Whut!
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| I’m playin' with the chrome piece, waving at your dome, peace
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| Nigga when it’s war, my soldiers don’t condone peace
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| Have you where you can’t even walk on your own street
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| Owe a nigga money they be runnin' in your home piece
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| Heat up in the north face, so don’t need a north face
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| Screaming fuck the law, keep a gun, cause I lost faith
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| I’m a fucking lost case, forgot about my court case
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| Bodies in the trunk, we movin' cross the cross-state
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| Nigga on some real shit, I take you on a field trip
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| Bury you six feet, won’t have a guilt trip
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| Do you in real quick, soft as a quilt kit
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| All my guns filled with hollows, leave you tilted
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| Tryin' to get a meal tick, if I gotta steal shit
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| I’m out of my mind, or I’m absolutely brilliant
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| I come with the ill shit, that nigga’s can’t deal with
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| When it’s a full moon, that’s when Sticky Fingaz kill shit |