[Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful..
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Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now
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Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk
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Thug niggaz let me see y'all, yeah
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Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with somethin
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and put you out your misery and your sufferin
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Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for frontin,
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you got me bustin two nines
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with one hand tied together or somethin
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Ain't no mistakin we takin your trap
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In case you niggaz didn't know,
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you fuckin with the GLADIATORS of rap
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On some John Reno shit in Professional,
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how we accurate and precise when we bust
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and every move is intentional
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Violate and I will get at yo' ass
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And if I can't catch you track star
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we'll start throwin SHIT at yo' ass
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Wait a minute nigga, hold up second,
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see youse a bitch and while we bust yo' ass
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yo' faggot peoples ain't even checkin
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Yo y'all need to send the coroner, shit
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Leave you lookin out a place
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like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit
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I be that nigga and I love to experiment
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with specific high-explosives
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just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, NOW!!
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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Cause we got new shit for y'all
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(All my niggaz in the spots,
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y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga)
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And we come to take shit over y'all
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(Yes we here to regulate
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and put our foot down, the shop is closin nigga)
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Always rep the street for all y'all
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(Constantly hittin y'all off with street shit
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and keep y'all niggaz open yeah
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All my niggaz, all my bitches) Whatcha'all gon' do now,
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everytime we come with that street shit
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Yeah, we move like stonefaced cold-hearted niggaz
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Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
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Aiyyo the shit we do be so off the hook,
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fuck around and get yo' leg broke
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and beat all in yo' face with ya foot
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We here to stay, FUCK payin a visit
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I only fuck with certain LIVE niggaz
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like my niggaz Tash and Xzibit
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Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
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I stay hittin niggaz with shit
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that'll leave they fuckin face on the floor
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Everytime niggaz know when we black
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Smack a nigga so fuckin hard
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he'll fall and probably spin on his back
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Funny how niggaz'll always shit talk
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The very next day they will notice the difference
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in the way they bitch walk
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My street niggaz need to come for the ride
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Cause when we step up in the place
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you funny niggaz need to slide to the side
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I love to watch these funny niggaz diminish
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and while we slowly murder them niggaz
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they prayin on the MOMENT we finish
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I take you back to the very beginnin
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and beat you in yo' head from birth
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and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin
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Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream
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Focus the most on gettin they paper
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and be thoroughly reppin they team
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You know we quick to mash it down for some hours
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Quick to leave some of these niggaz shook
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runnin with the rest of them cowards
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And leave the rest of niggaz ready to dumb
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and rep the street until we all die
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could give a fuck wherever you from, NOW!!
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[Chorus w/ minor variations]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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For all my motherfuckers
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that live in the urban city areas
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Only the urban city areas
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The ghettoes
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The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
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and churches right across the streets from alla that
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Yeah..
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Motherfuckers sellin weed, crack, and all of that shit
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on the corner - it ain't the right thing to do
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But niggaz is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions
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that have to do that shit
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The street motherfuckers
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All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE
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This is dedicated to y'all
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Street shit
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Street Shit
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