| Watch yourself
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| Keep where my eyes could see
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| International
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| Crime Syndicate
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| Thugs, niggas
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| Whatsup Whatsup
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| Cats be eyeing me, somebody snitching somebody dying see
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| Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was buyin three
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| Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat
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| Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street
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| Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think
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| Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep
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| Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty teeth
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| Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty street
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| Look what? |
| Pretty boy get him, right there yo pass the heat
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| Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain’t ass fast as me
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| Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat
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| Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city heat
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| Arsenal, blazin them weapons when there some murder beef
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| He’s unheard of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets
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| Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well done
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| Do them dolo hit, we never tell none
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| Sittin in the cell for blazing hell’s gun
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| We aight though, we just dip bail
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| And like they say or somethin
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| You heard of us VA Cats, for real
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| I heard the judge got a grudge
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| No love for thugs pushing drugs
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| Guerilla warfare with ice mugs
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| Inside the borough, pure bred head the stero
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| Style deniro, slottin in chrome is hero
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| The Max Mil era, I pick steel whenever
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| Time to exercise my five, your a terror
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| Ill vatal, roll with my crime team and feel stable
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| With your betrayal, I place you in the field cradle
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| I heard a thirty eight, it ain’t hurt regurgitate
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| Swerving in the irving, sippin Feron in the paper chase
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| With thug niggas, that’s born to rub niggas
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| Trickin gold diggas, my whole mentality is «Fuck niggas»
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| Mafioso, the savage, breakin your barrage
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| Crossbows, aiming darts at your torso
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| Constrictor, boa, backdraft a flame thrower
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| Bank quoters, I damn pulled a Range Rover
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| Melting glaciers, the ice water
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| Spit gems to murders, twin propellars, ice cold polar
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| Burn solar, king traced the god sonar
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| Holding a toaster, alias on wanted posters
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| Sweepstake, my whole click is keep safe
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| For Pete’s sake, I generate wait and scape
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| What’s in the lab? |
| Crime Syndicate fam patrol the ave
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| What’s today math was bad
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| Street science for night time crime, bullets ricochet
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| Constantly inclining them faggots need some reminding
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| Split your coat lining, Crack bone marrows having that ass crying
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| Rob shit just like DeNiro, keeping cigars lit
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| Fed pop but don’t know shit, we camouflage with
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| Scandals come in hand in your turnpike, for trafficin
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| Virginia, that’s where money was head, and drop the packages
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| On the corner, there that cat go, he’s come flaggin it
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| Don’t let that cat to my man, money aight and shit
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| Them new cats was plottin to get them
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| I’m coming back let them
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| Greatin ass faggot you pussy, this time we murder them
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| It’s unheard of VA Cats be on some dirty shit
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| Outro:
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| Va Cats for real
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| California yo
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| My Miami niggas
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| My real New York niggas
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| Jamaica P
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| All my live niggas
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| All my cuban link niggas
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| Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big Daddy-O |