*featuring Scarface, Baby
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[Talking]
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Excuse me while I sing to you
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I'm being real and that's the thing to do
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I'm just living and loving
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Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh)
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Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
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If I can't get no love then I can touch you
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(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather touch you, yeah
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(We ridin' on these niggas come on)
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
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(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you
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[Fat Joe]
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You motherfuckers must be crazy
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I been doin' this shit since the eighties
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Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
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It's the kid still holdin' the crown
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Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
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And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
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Come to find out they ain't put in no work
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An now my feelings is hurt
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Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
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But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth
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Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider
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You can see the pain in my face
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Got no problem exchangin' the hate
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They got me fightin' a case
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And if I blow will I face a fifteen
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And I'll probably do it all in the pen
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But yo I'm livin' with it
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Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
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A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
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Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
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A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
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You motherfuckers need to know that
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather touch you, yeah
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you
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I'd rather touch you, yeah
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you
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[Baby]
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Hey Joe
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We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
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I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time
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Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
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Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
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Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
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It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac
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I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
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It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later
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Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
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First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
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And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
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Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
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Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
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Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
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Win or lose I ride for my boy
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It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
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We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather touch you, yeah
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you
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I'd rather touch you, yeah
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you
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[Scarface]
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Niggas tell me money talk
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But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet
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That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
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I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
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I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
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I keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block bang
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Right up the street from where the cops hang
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And in my head I hear Pac sang
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And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man
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Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die
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That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'
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My whole life's filled with danger
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Never been a stranger to homicide
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My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
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And niggas fightin' for position
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The demon has risen from out of prison
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Now I'm losin' my religion
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That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
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Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
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So fuck you dude
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh come on)
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)
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I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
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'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that)
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[Scarface talking]
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Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
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Love daddy
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Facemob in the house
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Fat Joe and it don't stop
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Come on
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Bust At You
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Fat Joe |