| Hey yo! |
| Right
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| Struggle da Preacher, Yukmouth
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| I am ready for big goals, expose my music
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| Yukmouth, big bro. |
| No doubt i got it
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| Motherfuckers you know who’s coming
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| And when you ready for whatever to be better than anyone else in this game
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| All you get is pain in your ass, i’m the stress
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| I’m a killer, here is Godzilla
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| I am white, Russian born
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| I’m exploding like a nuclear bomb
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| Everybody on the block gonna know your name
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| But they talk about me all across the planet
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| I’m already known in London
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| Washington, every small town
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| I’ma bringing it back the real sound
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| Struggle da Preacher, uh, and Yukmouth
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| What you gonna fight for?
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| If the game is dead, they don’t wanna hear you
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| But you gotta fight for
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| You gotta fight for your name, fight until you kill them
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| What it do nigga?
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| Stuggle da Preacher, what’s happenin' boy?
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| Yuk! |
| Look! |
| ‘Zilla
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| Catch me rocking with the chop-suey
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| I get skewy with the K, hundred shot through him (brrreeh!)
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| Let my shooters run the block through him
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| Put that Ruger in his mouth, let it talk to him (bang)
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| Dragon gang in this thang, bitch
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| Slide up on your range, knock’em down with the stainless
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| Leave’em brainless, fuckin with the world’s most dangerous
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| Yuk and preacher, foreign exchanges
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| The AK-Russian, the 44 German (oooh weee!)
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| Italian leather, the rug’s all Persian (fuck boy!)
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| Sellin birds, I gotta urge for splurging
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| Come show with my dough, that nigga gon need a surgeon
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| Fo sure, nigga, no debate
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| I got hoes to break, hella dough to make
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| I can see why you soldiers hate
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| Fuck around and get smoked
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| Cuz I’m a warrior, like Golden State
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| Zilla
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| SDP, Yukmouth St. Rap |