[Noreaga - talking]
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Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
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What y'all niggaz get man?
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What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
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or burn unit (burn unit)
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Get a real fuckin life unit (real life fuckin unit)
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A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!)
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My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours)
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We thugged out y'all (what!)
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Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
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[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
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[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
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[C] Why do don't really give the fuck?
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[N] Cause I don't really give a fuck
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[C] So we don't really give the fuck
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[N] You gon' roll with me?
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[C] Hell yeah
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[N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
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[C] Hell yeah
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[N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
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[C] Hell yeah
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[N] What son what!? You gon' ride with me?
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[C] Hell yeah
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[N] What son what!? You gon' die with me?
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[C] Hell yeah
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[N] What son what!?
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[Capone]
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Right every bill I stack another war, story and track
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Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
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Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
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What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
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Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
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Don't look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
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When a judge holla "Father you sure?"
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Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail
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I been as real as I stealin free lunch
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I got the greats from this old man give me hearse and,
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I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)
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My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
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Do crime in New York, money and murder
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Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk
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No respect, this on the stacks of the court
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I started off in the street thing, triple it's on
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[Chorus]
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[M.A.Z.E.]
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Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the same
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Its no room, no BI for y'all in the game
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See me I, stay where it pop
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Off the chain like my diss and it rocks
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Movin the same is the strippin the spot
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I'm hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to top
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Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
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To piss off the killer in me
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Me and six will slick through it (through it)
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Bronx river to the con do it
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I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
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Like green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
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Get to say my name in the air
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Niggaz pipe down, put they mic down
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Niggaz scared that we ain't even drop yet
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Yet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest)
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The projects, I rep to my death (rep it nigga!)
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X'd out hoes, we regulate (X'd out hoes!)
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We ain't sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
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[Chorus] - with Noreaga adlibs
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[Noreaga]
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Keep the Mac under the seat
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To fast niggaz ready to creep
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And my niggaz stayin with heat
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Like the hook go - what son what!?
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Like the shit go - what son what!?
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See me in the hood though
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With a hood though, with a little puppet
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And we doing no good though
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Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the club
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Niggaz don't need no math
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I rather, get head, I don't need no ass
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Fuck all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me
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I mean you, and you ain't the set for me
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I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
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So niggaz better stop playin
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Before I get the M-One and just start sprayin
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Keep your block on lock, so now you go
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Nigga, I sell bricks like my name Alpo
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[Chorus]
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[Mussolini]
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It's no rumor what you hear about us in clubs
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Or freight some young Blood
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No vest protect the shot for your mug
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Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
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Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get
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Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
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Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
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Ya niggaz, got it confused
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Pop bottles and boo's
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Might fit, make you come out of your jewels
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A little more richer
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Every sixteenth spit a little more sicker
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Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my nigga
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I spit it for the streets
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My bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
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Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
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MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin about
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We off the yell dogg, the entire know this song
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Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged ou |