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featuring Destruct Fat Joe
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[Forte' Chorus]
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They Got Me killin with them
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They Got Me sinnin' with them
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Smokin' drum holdin' arms bustin' guns with them
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They Got Me fearin' the pen cuz I don't want to go in
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It's going on and n on and n on again!
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[Forte' Verse One]
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Yo Call my lawyer
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They ran up on me son ain't nothin' for ya
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Two shots my allabies I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
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Fight on ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
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Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
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Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts
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With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on!
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Called Don Cartagena from the Pilan
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Yo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt me
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Indeed I, feel stressed
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Clutched my shorty's chest smokin' C.I.'s
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Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
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Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
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Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
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The 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol's never distilled
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A hundred proof vest, bulletproof!
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[Forte- Chorus 2x]
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[ Fat Joe - Verse Two]
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Ungh, yeah yeah...
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I live a plush life
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Nothin' on my wrist, crushed ice
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Bumpin' the heist, in the GS with the bug lights
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Just us guys, tough guys, the puff lye
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Cut up pies from night, 'til the sunrise
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If one of us dies, his fam gets a share
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Every man's treated fair, no one's getting his hand kissed in the chair
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We all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for the
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residuals
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Now his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin'
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Snappin' necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protection
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I'm still rejecting offers from half the forces
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A corner office, and ten percent of all extortions
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I'm still enforcing, but only when it's close to home
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Do it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my own
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But now I'm fully grown, and I got dreams of my own
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My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!
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[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
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[Fat Joe - Verse 3]
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Ungh...Yeah..Yo....
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For the right price
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I'll put any rapper on ice
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Over three gods, Terror Squad'll cough 'em up real nice
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Send him to Christ, taking his life's not a problem
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I've been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggas way before my album
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Drownding my sorrows with bottles of Moe
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Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe
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You didn't know, my shit is game tight
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The insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipe
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It ain't right, but I don't give a - UNGHH!
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Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governer
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My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot
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Blood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!
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[Forte']
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Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock
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Let's fly the kite to his Ma
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You leave the key inside the breadbox
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I hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafers
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Glass table meetings with Dons, I'm nice wit' mine
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No time to be fair, I build in this square
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I'm holdin' it there, my corporation's like a million in share
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The gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush
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9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin'
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She tryin' to send the god up to the island
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Like the rest of my fam, the best of the damned
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The Beast, who locked the rest of my mens
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Lease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprinted
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Louisville's aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it!
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[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
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[Destruct - Verse Four]
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We're just thugs for life
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Bustin' slugs for life
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Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
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Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tight
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Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
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Cap's casings, blast faces, and do what you like!
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My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain't right
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We're just thugs for life, bustin' slugs for life
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Forte'! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!
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Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)
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Forte' !
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They Got Me
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John Forte |