| Yes indeed one time
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| This is for all you stupid niggas out there
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| Talkin that dumb doo doo weak shit
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| We comin live and direct
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| Straight in your motherfuckin face with some pure raw shit
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| And we gon' get busy, like this
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| It’s been a while, since I seen a good street fight
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| A good fight, throwin fist to fist
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| Blow for blow, toe for toe, yeah
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| Put your gun down, and give a brother a fair fight
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| Smitty with a left jab, no AK
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| Automatic pistol, put it the hell away
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| Bring out a baseball bat for your black ass
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| Cincinatti, beatin down on Oakland
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| But I’ll be the referee, while nose get broken
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| And basket broken, and brains get beat down
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| Bronx style, buckwild, nobody should jump in
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| Just stand the hell way back, before you get slapped back
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| No posse to run back, the gangsta hard talk
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| Braggin on the mic, you shootin cops
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| But when you in a cell, shootin stops
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| Look at the murderers, third degree psychos
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| Waitin to get hanged, and next on death row
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| Behind the steel bars, you’re froze and can’t throw
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| But back on the streets with a tool you are still hard
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| Callin yourself God, and hangin with bodyguards
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| But look at the snitch, your whole face is scarred
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| Go 4 Yourz
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| Chorus: Tim Dog (repeat 3X)
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| You gotta Go 4 Yourz Go 4 Yourz
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| Yo listen up, a lot of rappers wanna be hard
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| Walkin around with fifty-seven bodyguards
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| Armed with guns, crazy automatics
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| Wearin black, but they’re faggots
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| Cause when the Gods are gone, and the guns are gone
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| And they’re one on one with someone
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| Time to put the fist up straight into action
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| Blow for blow for real satisfaction
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| Hit the deck the results are fatal
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| They can’t throw cause they’re not able
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| To kick out a left hook and follow with the overhand, left
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| But duck cause you’ll miss he’ll land, a bomb
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| And put you on the canvas
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| You wish your boys were there but they’re in Kansas
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| «Back on the Block» like Quincy Jones makin cash
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| While you’re on the road, goin out like a jackass
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| So when you’re out there, perpetratin fantasies
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| You need to stop it, and face reality
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| And grow up like a man who understands
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| Be yourself, never give a damn
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| About who accepts you, because it’s only you
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| Who choose.
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| Gotta Go 4 Yourz, you gotta go get yourz, get yourz
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| Get yourz, get yourz
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| Go 4 Yourz, Go 4 Yourz
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| Go, go, go, go! |
| (Gone!) |