*featuring M.O.P.
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[Cheah]
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Know what this shit sound like right niggas?
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That old gun out music in the hood right?
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You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga
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My niggas is wit me, we focused man, yeah
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Get Low in the building, y'know, nigga
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Let's do it, c'mon, yo
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[Memphis Bleek]
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It's gettin hot so the shorts is on
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Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga
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You could pass me to baby's zoo
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One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food; BLAAH!
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Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam
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Weapons of mass destruction is here
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I got a few in my hood
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In case a nigga ever get the feelin and he think that he could
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Or would, pull sket on me
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I could show you first hand what's a felony
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And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing
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I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming
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This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game
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Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came
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It's R.O.C. and M.O.P.
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I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin wit my team
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[Fame]
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My nigga think so god that ounce and mo ice and the nicest MC
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But yo big, tell god I said naah, cuz he throw like a bitch
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When he threw it he missed, the niceset MCs is right here
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Why the fuck you throw it over there
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The whole rap game turned into a 2-Pac-a-don
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Gangsta boy boppin, with his nuts and cock in your palm
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Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars
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Now you got your 2-Pac costume on (THUG LIFE!!)
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First of all, y'all niggas gon' need more songs
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This M.O.P. nigga we put it down (put it down!!)
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Motherfuckers trying to figure me out
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Wanna see what a nigga be bout
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But if I told ya, I predicted the death of my oldest brother was last
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And the death of my mother you'd probably think I'm crazy as fuck
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Rumor has it that I' m half past the seventh hour
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Naw nigga I'm a quarter to eight, M.O.P.!
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[Billy Danze]
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Now let me clear this up for you youngun, Bill still comin
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The Ville still gunnnin (St- tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh!!!)
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Runnin I come from the Browns where niggas don't play fair
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It's no love lost cuz it was never none there
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Put me in a position to blast
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I'll pop you and drop you, where they be fishin for bass
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So once you ramblin, take you, drape you, and break you to small pieces
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And FedEx your fingers to one of your nieces
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We hold fort, we don't give a fuck about you
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Ask them bouncers we'll stomp the shit out you
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Bill's, not concerned wit a turn and it's the shine
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Cuz every step along the line I'ma take mine, nigga
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In '87, I started my career
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I'll jump back, (clap!) and get it goin this year
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I live my life, in crime time bitch
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And that's about the size of it AAAOWW!!!
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Hood Muzik
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Memphis Bleek |