[Intro: Talking]
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Yeah DJ Ace, Iceberg nigga, Gangsters' shit
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Niggaz out there running their motherfucking mouth
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Acting like bangers, acting without SAG cards
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Like somebody supposed to be afraid
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You faggots don't scare me, I'm twices cold
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Niggaz can't tell me shit, I'm twices old
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Fuck how much you sold, I got twice the cash
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Fuck how old you are, I blast twices fast
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No matter how fly you get, I get twices smooth
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No matter how slick you are, I got twice the moove
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Fuck how big you get, I got twice the fame
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One word burnt, that means twice the game
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Twice the heart nigga, look in my eyes
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L.A. gangbanger to these streets I'm wise
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Not to knob us when it come to the guns
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I've never flashed just reach and blast
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Chrome hydraulics and the black ski-masks
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Your next decision might be your last
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Real niggaz, fade the fuck up with the fakes
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Think about the next move you make, nigga
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[Chorus:]
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Fame, motherfuckers wanted so bad
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Give away every fucking piece of soul they had
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Lie to themselves then they lie on the pad
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It's a motherfucking Hip-Hop fad
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Get gangsta, get gull, get raw
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Talking about shit you ain't never fucking saw
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When the streets talk, they say they need to holler at you
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You got to jail, you got problems there too
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That's the drama that comes with the fakeness
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Bodyguard niggaz straight making me laugh
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Fourty niggaz in your entourage, twelve of them fags
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The real nigga in your crew's straight extorting your cash
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Who I ma talking to? ~ half of you rap boys
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Rolling with the cops, talking all about you're hardcore
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No names needed, everybody knows
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The real niggaz in the game, and the straight whores
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[Chorus:]
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The streets got a problem with you
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They say the shit you say on your records ain't true
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They say you're talking about people that you never knew
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It's a gammick niggaz see right through
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They want a little cash back for the lives you stole
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They say they'll take you back and your blood and your gold
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More bodyguards, more stipulates;
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In the doors of your cars and your SUVs
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You know, you got real problems cause you're fucking with Gs
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You got the fake gangster rapper disease
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Keep lying, nigga, digging your grave
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Claiming how you bust guns when you know you Bitch-made
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Your whole posse knows, nigga, when will you learn
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They're looking at your bankrole laying to turn
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You wanna be a gangster but forgot one thing
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Gangsters get murdered or they're dying to bang
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[Chorus:]
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Nigga, SMG, go to your stylist
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Get some gangster war-draw put together
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Put on your make-up, come out and do your video
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Rented cars, rented whores, rented houses
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Fake guns, fake lifestyles, MTV cribs, enemy in your house nigga
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Got to practise what you preach nigga
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Talk the talk you got to walk the walk
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Street niggaz wanna talk to you, kid, and talk to you face to face
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Your bodyguards homosexual anyway, fat-ass nigga
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Iceberg, the truth kid!
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Twice The Game
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Ice-T |