[Intro]
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It's not the way to do it!
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[gunshots]
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Shut up bitch!
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Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!
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You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.
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This is serious business.
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Come by boy!
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Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
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Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
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Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
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Nothing to do, just killin' time
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Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
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Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
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Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
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We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
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So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
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Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
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It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
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Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
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You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
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The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
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Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
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Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
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Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
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(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
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Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
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Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
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Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
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I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
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Watch out, fool, get shot dead
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And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
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But yet, still, I keep my gat
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Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
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Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
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And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
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You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame
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Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
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So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
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Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
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I pulled his gat; his life cost him
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So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
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I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!
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Hangin' Out
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2 Live Crew |