*featuring Busta Rhymes, Cam'Ron, Jadakiss
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[Intro]
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Whooo! Haha!
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AttenCHUUUUUUUUUNNN!!!
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Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix!
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Re-mix, mix, mix, mix...
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[Chorus]
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So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk
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So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk
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I told that motherfucker
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I ain't never scared (eastside!)
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I ain't never scared (westside!)
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I ain't never scared (southside!)
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I ain't never scared (northside!)
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I ain't never scared (southside!)
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I ain't never scared (eastside!)
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I ain't never scared (westside!)
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[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
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Who am I??
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Bone Crusher, motherfucker!
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AttenCHUUUUUUUUN!!! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
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I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga (ha!)
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And you (wha!), and you (wha!), and you nigga! (wha!)
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I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
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This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
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Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
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And yo boys ready to flee like "Why'd you fuck with that nigga?!?!"
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
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I tell her front (front), back (back), side to side
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Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
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You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
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I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg Street*
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That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
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I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
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You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
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Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
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That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
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Not from Houston, but shit, call me *Lil' Flip*
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Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
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When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
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And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
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Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
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But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
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Clap, "We reeeeeeadddy" I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
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But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
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Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
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We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
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No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
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Aiyyo, the 40 cal' is full and I'm waitin'
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No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
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Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
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If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
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I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
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In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
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It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
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In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
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You can think whachu want, til I blow the back of yo brains out
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and see if you can think with yo front
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Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
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Treat yo face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz "Eat whachu want"
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You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
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And tell yo niggaz "Keep whachu want"
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It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
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So whachu think we outside for?
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
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Now all my soldiers (soldiers), thugs (thugs), niggaz (yea!), I know you want it!
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Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it!
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Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
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See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
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When I throw a get-up on it
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Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
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Throw anotha mill up on it (yea!)
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I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it
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Yes, I'll eat yo food and you know I'm gonna CHOW DOWN!
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Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta BOW DOWN!
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Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and POW WOW!
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Mothafucka, I ain't playin' witcha
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So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
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Shatter bones in yo body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
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Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
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Cuz I don't care if you live or phony, cuz we ain't NEVA SCARED!
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Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
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Cuz we got you open dude
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Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
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Layin' stiffer t |