"Get familiar!"
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[Chorus x4: Havoc]
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Bidadidat, you gonna hear that thing clap
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Kid I take shit to heart, cause I was born like that
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[Verse 1: Havoc]
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Bidadidat, you gonna hear that thing clap
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Kid I take shit to heart, cause I was born like that
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I only got my word as a man when I give it
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When I say I'm goin at you it's a given when I spit it
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Some niggaz talk out the ass amongst those who live it
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Some niggaz [click, BOOM] that's from the hood, to shit it
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Some bitches fuck niggaz, they man best dog
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Over that, now you got this nigga leakin on the floor
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Better watch those broads, could die over that
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Or totally against the grain and against street laws
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I respect paper and, every minute is spent
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Gettin that shit, so my little dunn can be set
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What I think about a nigga that's tryin to pose threat?
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Nigga write it out if you can't cash that check
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Kid I know about death, you ain't sayin nuttin slick
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Empty out on that fool, ca-click, ca-click
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Prodigy]
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Far as I'm concerned, it's on sight wit'chu
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And I ain't playin no games, I hope you feel the same
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You buck me, that's lovely, you'll have your day
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But when I ride would you snitch or would you do the same
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Okay, let's get it goin on, families mourn
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Mothers grieve, motherfffuckers bleed
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Talkin 'bout it's just rap music
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This is blood sport, I run yo' ass up outta New York
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I'll make it hard for you to party
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Best stay up underneath them undercover police dunn
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You a target, we in the club dancin over your shhh
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You in the crib, cause you scared to bump heads
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And you should be, c'mon man, enjoy your success
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Don't tally my strength or poke out your chest
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There's no amount of dollars that can keep you safe
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Ain't no turnin back now, eat what's on your plate
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[Chorus]
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Bidadidat
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Clinton Sparks |