| Nigga,
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| While you do this shit for fun
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| I do this shit on wax
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| Gettin' paid for my raps on my income tax
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| Stack G’z, shippin' cd’s nationwide
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| California to Alaska
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| New York to Nebraska
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| Ride, when it’s necessary
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| Otherwise I’m at the record company
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| Flirtin' with the secretary
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| That shit you speakin' on is obsolete
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| Irrelevant issues
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| You a wannabe
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| And your crew is softer than some Kleenex tissues
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| Me next to you
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| Is like Mike Jordan next to Muggsy Bogues
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| You mug me rollin' in yo Buggy cause we rollin' Vogues
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| Jealous fellas must be hatin' it cause I’m havin' mine
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| Your animosity got me knowin' I have to have a nine
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| And half the time I packs a Mac with two Glocks
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| I sport a vest, fuck that shit they did to 2pac
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| Don’t take it off for shit when I’m in a foreign land
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| And can’t no white Lac' creep up on my Caravan
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| When you the man you gotta roll with major usalama
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| You never know who’s plottin'
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| Be ready for the drama
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| And recognize when you slip you slide till' you die
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| By homicide, when they got the element of surprise |
| Open your eyes and it’ll infect you like some poison ivy
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| Have you in an icu connected to an iv
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| Lungs collapse perhaps it was premeditated
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| Them niggas hate it cause I’m Raided nigga
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| They say fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| So I don’t fuck with 'em
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| They Say
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| (Fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town)
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| (I know what’s up with 'em)
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| Yeah, they say
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| Fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| I know what’s up with 'em
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| Fellas is hella jealous
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| (In Sac Town, so I don’t fuck with 'em)
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| Now you gots to be cautious
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| One time’s in the hood tryin to hawk us You can’t slip
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| Cause if you slip they aim for the heart
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| So after dark I’m on the under in a Skylark
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| Them dogs bark
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| Sellin wolf tickets but I ain’t buyin'
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| Tryin' to have me in a casket
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| My nigga I ain’t lyin
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| Get that ass kicked
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| If you come to close to the head colas
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| Tryin to have you gone
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| Takin your dome smooth off your shoulders
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| Somebody shoulda told ya Soldiers march till' the bass kick
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| It’s like nasa, you gotta give me space bitch
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| Enemy cliques, orbit the hood like satellites |
| Knights stayin'
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| Cause they can settle through wars, battles, and fights
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| They’ll try to get you
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| Especially if you havin' cash
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| Hatin to see you with hoes
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| And shit they never had
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| You mad cause you broke
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| But whose fault is that
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| Them jealous fellas
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| Is the reason that I brought a strap
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| They say fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| So I don’t fucc with 'em
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| They Say fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| I know what’s up with 'em
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| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| So I don’t fucc with 'em
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| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| (I know what’s up with 'em)
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| Yeah… Nigga…
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| Hatin ass muthafuckas
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| Niggaz' always on the dick
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| Everytime I see ya Bitch ass nigga… Yeah
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| Ths ain’t no game
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| Studio gangsterism promoted sayin' they ridin'
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| But residin in Southern Dakota
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| You get checked
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| Cause you neglectin' your duties as a warrior
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| You get no respect
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| I only got love for the neighborhood destroyers
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| That put it down with a passion
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| If you got funk, you got action
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| No hesitation who we smashin'
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| And the destination’s your barrio |
| You better be ready
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| Make your brain look like spaghetti
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| Then we faster than Mario Andretti
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| It’s on in a major way
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| Playa hatas watch your back
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| It’s your day to pay
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| We ain’t gonna play nigga
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| We serious as a heart attack
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| Bustin' through offensive line
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| Breakin' your Quarter back
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| Concusion sustained
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| Bringin' the pain like Reggie White
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| And every night we strapped ready for a deadly fight
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| Like Daniel Boone, packin' the big gun that goes boom
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| Premeditated, niggaz hate it cause I’m Raided
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| It’s your day of doom
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| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| So I don’t fuck with 'em
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| Nigga,
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| (Fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town)
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| Yeah I know what’s up with 'em
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| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| So I don’t fuck with 'em
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| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town
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| I know what’s up with 'em
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| Nigga what, what
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| Better reconize
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| X-Raided Loc, yeah
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| Dott Dogg
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| From Sac Town to Stock Town nigga
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| From the South Side to the North Side nigga
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| Murder ya’ll bitch ass niggaz |