| Let a Nigga Know
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| You wanna go to war bop
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| You wanna hear the 44 pop
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| You wanna see the gun that will make more than just your jaw drop
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| You wanna mess with the best,
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| But do you want to save your mama some stress
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| Nigga if you really want to test
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| I’ll come and chop you in half
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| My click is cucku for cocoa they’ll pop you and laugh
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| Wanna do gun play, Monday through Sunday
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| All 52 weeks of the year
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| Am I speaking clear?
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| You feel my flow
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| Even though I’m so political
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| Ain’t another MC as gangsta as me
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| Shit I should be signed to Death Row
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| Uh-oh there go Saiyo
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| Ak nine six at yo 5−0
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| Mind blow to your spinal
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| You’re only a thug on vinyl
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| You soft, I know
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| And yo so is your rhyme flow
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| I’m the only rapper to ever shoot up the club
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| Me and my man Sean Paul
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| I pop up in a hot car
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| You hop up in the cop car
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| Then start telling the cops who’s selling the rocks
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| And who the niggas on the block are
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| I put’s it down
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| I know they like the way my shit sounds
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| Banging from the hood out to the hick towns
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| Everything I spit is hit bound
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| They on my shit now
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| Gotta get that money like Krazie, Lazie and Bizzy bone
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| Trying to take my from me
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| What kind of crazy shit is you on?
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| Let a kid act funny I’ll lace him like when my kicks is on
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| We in the zone
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| We don’t go to war with no sticks and stones
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| Wanna play Gin Rummy then shuffle the cards and deal 'em out
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| But if you get picked up then we trust that you not going to sqeal us out
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| I’m in the cut with a chick with a bigga but than Trina
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| And a better face than Jigga’s slut
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| Nigga I’m Saigon you understand that?
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| I’m draped in firearms, you wanna wear that?
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| If you was now you not
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| You done fucked with the wrong one now you shot
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| I’ll even give it to a cop mother fucker
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| You the chump I’m not mother fucker |