Yeah yeah, hah
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Where all my niggaz at?
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We up in here, what?
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Word up, all my peoples
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Crim-criminals in the penile
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Where ya at? Cats sacking green
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Bill/Hill Clinton
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Chorus:
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It be real when I pack a steel
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Everyman for himdelf,send my love to a battlefield
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Aint no wack,its a straight up fact
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Or dip down in black once you hear the clap clap
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Verse One:
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Shit iz real, ain't no time to cash no butterflies
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Pass the St. Ide's
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Screwface is my disguise so look me in my eyes that aint wise
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The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies
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Raw, spell that backward that's war
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Lay low scarecrow I'm knockin at your front door
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Pointin a pistol to your peekhole, pussy
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Warning: my trigga finga gets busy
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Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece
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Decrease the peace and watch the murders increase
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See I'm ruthless, pistol whip a nigga toothless
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Me gettin hit that shit is ludicrous
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I'm on my P's and my Q's
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Try to put your foot in my shoes kid, you gotta pay the fuckin dues
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I ain't the one to play Pammy
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I leave the head all red like that little orphan Annie
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I'm dressed in black like Streets of Harlem
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Paddle punk's pockets down with no problem
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And get away just like an Unsolved Mystery
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You don't believe me G, check my pedigree
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And you can feel how I deal with the muthafuckin steel
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Ain't no game boy, it's real
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Two:
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Shit iz real, I'm in some real shit
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Niggaz wet up the lab, Ma Dukes got hit
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Now they knew I was trying to give em what I owe em
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But now I gotta act like I don't know em
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The muthafuckers violated to the fullest degree
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They did it smart, now they gotta see me
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And I'ma flip like an acrobat,to give them bastards back
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and let them know where my head is at
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I pack a cannon, I know where them thugs be standin
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Near the stores, with them Hip Hop whores
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And there I was all dipped and fatigued
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Goin Rambo, G.I. Joe of a dolo
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Droppin bodies, bodies they was droppin
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like rain from a blackman that went insane
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They dissed my Earth I had to diss they whole universe
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Blew up the block, stepped back and watched it burst
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Niggaz was runnin, I was steady gunnin em down
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They hittin the ground from the impact of the four pound
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Some kids tried to dip in the whip, I emptied the clip
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and watched a car do a fuckin flip
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Reloaded at the same time the car exploded
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Spotted a Gangsta Bitch, told her to hold it
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it only took five secs for she squealed, BLAKA BLAKA
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Two shots to the twat, shit iz real
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Chorus 2X
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Shit Iz Real
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Shyheim |