HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
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When we catch y'all..
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WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP
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ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
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Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 6X]
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[Master P over repeated line from 3X on]
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Tear da club up nigga! [2X]
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Whassup NOW?? HUH!
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Tear da club up nigga! [2X]
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Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho
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I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
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Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool
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And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool
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Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve
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And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell
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See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on
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And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome
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Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me
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Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy
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And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
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for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi
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And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets
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Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet
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I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
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Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala
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Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin
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with my lady, she bought to have a baby
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That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy
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Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust
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They killed the old man but the bitches missed us
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Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]
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Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased
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(Man did you kill em P?)
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Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police?
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I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali
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No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys
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When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong
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I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
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My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets
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And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
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Now I gotta ride with the homies once again
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And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)
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Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]
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Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game
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Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats
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like it's crack, or cocaine
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But thugs die screamin East and West
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That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols
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and wear bulletproof vests
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And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit
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Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it
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Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]
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Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies!
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(Tear the club up nigga! [2X]
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With some motherfuckin hands on flats
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(Tear the club up nigga!)
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Stop playin wit me
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(Tear the club up nigga!)
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Stop playin wit me
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(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
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Stop playin wit me
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(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
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Y'all better stop playin wit me
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(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
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(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
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(Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
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(Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
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(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
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(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
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(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..)
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(Don't make us enemy nigga)
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Stop Playing Wit Me
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| Master P |
