| Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang
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| Ayo, my hood broke my heart into pieces
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| Dunn the streets took my dreams and shattered them
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| And turn me into a preacher
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| Minds to money got me not givin' a fuck
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| All I care about is muzik and who I gotta cut
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| With the Mac, uzi, .47, pick a weapon
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| Six million ways to die, my .25 endin'
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| When I pop him in the gut, I drop him where they stunt
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| I try keepin' it peace but that shit’s for chumps
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| Projects fucked me up, made me strong as ox
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| Made the nigga cold blooded, ain’t no friends on the block
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| This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police
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| Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek
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| Look don’t ask me why Queensbridge can’t stick together
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| If you don’t know the answer then you don’t know the ghetto
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| Everybody don’t get along and that’s what it is
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| We either shootin' when we shoot them niggas or we gon' get hit
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| Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang
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| Ayo, my own niggas turned on me, B.I.G wasn’t lyin'
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| When he said, the ones who smoke blunts with you be conversant
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| They was plottin' on my demise, they wanted my seed
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| At the head of the table but I’m permanently chief
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| I don’t care how many bodies you got on your gun
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| You either submit or go and start your own gang son
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| Everybody wants to be boss, it ain’t enough soldiers
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| Everybody wants to call shots, it ain’t enough shooter
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| And it really hurts my soul that we can’t click
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| But whatever it’ll never be the same again
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| And when I see you niggas, you already know what it is
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| And if you don’t, you gon' find out the hard way kid
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| Tried to make it work, but now I’m on some other shit
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| I’m greedy with that limelight now you ain’t gettin' none of it
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| Bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang on 'em, pop them thangs on 'em
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| Drop a nigga frontin', get 'em if I want 'em
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| I’ma bang |