*featuring Cutty Mack
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[Royce] Yeah, yeah, yeah..
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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
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(Gangsta!) The weight carries itself
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Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
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(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24..
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24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo'
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(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper
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Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
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YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin
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Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!)
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[Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"].. I'ma put this straight
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I'm not gon' threaten you with hooks if you look this way
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I'm not gon', write no songs - so please don't think
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that since sometimes I'm quiet, that I bite my tongue
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Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth
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So leave with life as long's you come in peace
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I'm the protocol of all the street rules
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Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them
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I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in
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Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about
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Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar
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Feel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me more
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And whoever sayin 'fuck me' can suck me
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And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", nigga!
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YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
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Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"].. My swagger's crazy
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We can, forget your momma ever had a baby
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Regis; I don't care who the fuck you is
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Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF
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Sixty shots'll quickly hit you
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pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF!
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Yeah, I'm strictly Pesci - you hear me a made man
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I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me
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Yeah, the tec's good
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Jammin's always out the question, call me Suge' of the Midwest wood
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Yeah, the part of the poem that's deep
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He will, blast you after he's had a glass of Bacardi Limon
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Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the classic - rap
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You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah!
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BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
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Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)
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More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)
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Always huntin niggaz, never hunted
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You can bet eleven-hundred - he is.
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[Verse Three: Cutty Mack]
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(Yeah) As ignorant as it gets
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Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits
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(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap
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I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back
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to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya
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Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya
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I'm the essence, of the use of violence
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Move in silence, HUSH, then I'll close your eyelids (close)
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I'm goin all out - my enemies on they knees
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harder I squeeze, bullets'll leave your brains out
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(BACK UP!) Watch me move
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I'll speak the language of heat, plus I'm good with the tools (yeah)
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So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly
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Nuttin to lose, I'm no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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(Gangsta!) I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
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Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro + (Royce)]
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He got yo' motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!)
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Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!)
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You still gon' die first.. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!)
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Yeah! (He's a motherfuckin gangsta!)
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Gangsta
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| Royce Da 5'9" |
