| Watch ya step… watch ya step…
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| Watch ya step… watch ya step…
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| Watch ya step… watch ya step…
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| Watch ya step… you better watch ya step…
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| And ya don’t stop, so I guess it’s on once again
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| The Natural Born Killaz in a zone again
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| I’m different type of special men not known to man
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| I refuse to loose, I was born to win
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| A street nigga, the stand up type, never to fall
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| I’ve been programmed to run in and get it, take it all
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| Sit back and capitalize off mistakes you made
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| Beat yo ass into submission, and make you pay
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| I got battlescars from fuckin with this, I gotta have it
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| What’s my reason for quotin this shit? |
| I gotta have it
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| Like the Roy Jones — you see this money get me hungry like a wolf
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| And when a nigga hungry I’m a wolf
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| That’s when I start my rage, and attack from the neck up
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| Catch you being careless, make these hoes respect us
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| Survival here, that’s the name of the game
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| It’s the jungle in this bitch and ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Watch ya step
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| Let’s get it on y’all, to the beat y’all
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| Fuck a bitch y’all, I’m from the streets dawg
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| So what it is huh? |
| What it look like?
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| I’m a G fool, you the bitch type
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| You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too
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| I’m from the Southside, we act a damn fool
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| You ain’t the real ho, youse a real ho
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| I keeps it real ho, for real though
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| Listen close to the story I’m about to tell
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| Niggas is sellin they soul for an ounce of yell'
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| And a few leave, but this is a house of jail
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| Twenty-five year bids, without the bail
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| I know some niggas in the tank, stuck, lost and thowed
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| Still boss turnin ya status from false to hope
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| Only a few niggas stand up strong and don’t whine
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| When the time get passed around huh?
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| I’m tellin you dawg, that even if you gettin released
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| How the fuck is you gon' live on these streets?
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| You got that jacket on ya back
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| You a rat and you done spilled ya guts
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| You a bitch and now you live to fuck
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| And you a nigga I ain’t even gotsta feel to touch
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| I got some niggas on the inside to stick and seal you up
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| It’s all good for you out here, gettin yo mail
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| But the minute you get popped you gonna snitch in jail
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| Watch ya step
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| They say that music is a therapy to ease the mind
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| But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine
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| Right between ya eyes, while I squeeze ya throat
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| Chuck you off the side of my boat and watch you float
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| The animal they sent here to seal ya fate
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| Tie ya hands behind ya back and feel ya face
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| Ain’t no hope for ya partner Joe, he broke the rules
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| In the jungle if ya weak, we gotta smoke ya fool
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| Ain’t no love for motherfuckers who done crossed the line
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| Cocked dice don’t pay nigga, now roll ya five
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| You wanna play the gun game with me, then pull ya shit
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| I know you’d love to try to punk me if you could ya bitch
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| But I’m a diehard nigga, I was sworn to silence
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| And if I got to go, then I (?)
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| So fuck you, and them niggas that you run with fool
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| I’ll do the same shit to them, that I did to you
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| Watch ya step |