| They could say what they say
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| You know I ride to the grave when it’s beef
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| That Mobb shit, you know that hard shit for the streets
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| That diabetic rap, nigga ain’t nothing sweet
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| That 'Murda Muzik' Infamous Mobb Deep
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| It’s nothing for me to wild out, buck niggas fo’real
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| I run up in their spot wake 'em with the blue steel
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| Got a nina, that got more bodies than Katrina
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| Till I’m locked up, I’ll pop up on your block with dem heaterz
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| We stomp niggas out just to break your new Timbs
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| Which means it’s nothing just to break a few limbs
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| The Gemstar cut a few and give 'em new chins
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| Ain’t no telling what I’ll do off that Juice & Gin
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| It’s the rapper, the gun clapper, yeah it’s him
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| The 41st side and we at it again
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| You ain’t come up hard like Hav' and KB
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| You ain’t living like Noyd and P
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| Nah, never it’s nothing for me to cut 'em
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| Nothing for me to touch 'em
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| Nothing for me to kill
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| Nah, never it’s nothing for me to buck 'em
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| Nothing for me to dunn 'em
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| Nothing for me to kill
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| Nah nigga, it’s nothing for me to spot 'em
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| Nothing for me to shot 'em
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| Nothing for me to kill
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| Nah, never it’s nothing for me to jump 'em
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| Nothing for me to dump 'em
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| It’s nothing fo’real
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| Look, every one of you niggas now it’s Mobb Deep
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| Ain’t none one of you niggas better not touch P
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| Bloody sport rap, I destroy the beef
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| And anything else in the way it get eat
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| I’m the King of my jungle, they know the routine
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| They can’t come out side, they might bump into me
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| And like 1200 men, we wilding again
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| Showtime, Voltron when we connect
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| We’ll hurt something, murk something, keep your distance
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| We animals in the zoo, stay behind the fence
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| Play tough and get that ass fucked up quick
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| You a lie, you ain’t never been through no live shit
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| Never played in the dirt, rolled in the mud
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| No we not the same, you ain’t grow up like us
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| You ain’t raised like Noyd, been through it like P
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| You ain’t built like Hav' and KB
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| My nigga we Bloods, that tat' on our hands is Deep
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| Till the tombstone your beef is my beef
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| Till the sun burn out and ain’t no more shots
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| We gon' fight till the ending and give it all we got
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| Niggas stunt on us, we gon' give him the god
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| We done been through too much to let a nigga just walk
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| Like he walked the walk, this nigga is all mouth
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| When them shots get the popping watch 'em hug the ground
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| Hiding in the cars, nigga scared straight
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| Stupid, like I won’t shoot up the gas tank
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| After twelve we worst than Gremlin
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| We take over the bar and can’t help it
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| Off the gasoline kerosene mix
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| I’ll bet none of y’all ain’t never seen this
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| Young Veteran in the war since fourteen
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| When I almost got my head blew off in QB |