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(Prodigy)
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Yea, yea, check it out
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Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever
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We can die together
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As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense
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I don't give a fuk about my prescence
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I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
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For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
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I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
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24-7. Mac 11 is my people
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So why you wanna end your little life like this
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Cuz now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless
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I live by the day only if I survive the last night
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Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight
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We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
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My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
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Ways of action, I grab the gat and
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Ain't no turning back when I start blasting
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Pick up the handle and insert the potion
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Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
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No signs of anger or fear cuz you the one in danger
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Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is born
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(Chorus)
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I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
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You got the heart to get busy without your crew
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Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
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You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you
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Chorus
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(Havoc)
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Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from
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Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns
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Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners
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Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder
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The loud sounder, ear ringer
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And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
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You got a real ice grill but are you really real
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Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills
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Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile
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You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
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But swing that bullshit this way
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And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay
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Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
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The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
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6 blocks and you might not make it through
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What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
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Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
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You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk
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What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you
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To come out your face, now I have to wet you
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Throw on my tims, black mask and black ?serpent?
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Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
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Chorus
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(Rae and Ghostface)
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Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
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Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high
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Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team
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Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM
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And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit
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Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
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Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
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In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
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There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
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Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
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You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran
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Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
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Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
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Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember
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(Big Noyd)
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My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
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The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin
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But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects
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But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect
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But is his brain insane from the lye
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From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye?
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Why, a nigga just died last week
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As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street
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But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
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His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back
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But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
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Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that
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Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me
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You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
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Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
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Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy
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Right Back At You
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| Mobb Deep |
