| Yo. |
| huh. |
| yo
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| Roc-A-Blok, yo, Pacewon!
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| Yo. |
| yo. |
| Outsidaz in the house, huh
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| Ruffhouse in the house, yo
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| Who else in the house, yo
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| Let 'em know. |
| Pacewon!
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| Yo yo yo. |
| Roc-A-Blok, yo
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| Yo yo yo, yo! |
| Huh! |
| Yo!
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| All y’all call on me like Bell Atlantic
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| Pack a four-four, got weed and never panic
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| Bout to blow up like a comet hit the planet
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| Hold it down singlehanded; |
| Pacewon got the pen play
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| Tag my name like El Da Sensei
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| Ballin like the Nets, representin NJ!
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| Wednesday, I’m out on the block, servin you ten ways
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| I’m large and niggas rubbin it in, like it was Ben*Gay
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| Cop an ounce you roll the whole damn thin, I’m a sess-head
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| Your best friend a hydro connect from the West End
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| Destined to be a legend; |
| pack a nine millimeter
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| Weapon three to seven, keep the people steppin
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| Huh, hah! |
| That’s the way of the world
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| Play and get hurt, deal with the way that it work
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| One day you be on top eatin a BLT
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| The next day you be broke like TLC
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| Roll on ya block, handle y’all, battle y’all
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| Take you out, put you in my catalogue
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| When goin to war, better remember
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| No retreat, no surrender
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| Yo, yo; |
| cool ass cats get hit with mad pressure
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| Honey got caught cheatin, her man left her
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| Used to be a dimepiece, now she a heffer
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| Eatin mad ice cream, drinkin Dr. Pepper
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| Think she got the virus, scared to get a checkup
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| And even if she found out, it still wouldn’t affect her
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| She’d kiss you and let you give her hickies from the neck up
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| And let you hit the sugar walls off with no protector
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| Niggas go against me and get they neck cut
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| Fear the son of man, livin, cashin checks, what?
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| I work for the goods I receive
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| Only by the sweat of thy brow will you eat
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| In my hood it’s mad people, deep crews in Regals
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| They got tints too dark to see through
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| Hebrews own every store, they be hasslin the people
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| Used to be coke sniffers, moved up to diesel
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| Too much heron could be lethal
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| You could tell a fiend those six words, they don’t believe you
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| If you never heard me before, here’s a preview
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| Used to be goodie two-shoes, returned evil!
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| I’m settin war off, tell your Senator
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| No retreat, no surrender
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| yo, yo, and let me take this time to say
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| Roc-A-Blok, Pacewon, we representin! |