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[Featuring 2Pac, Money B]
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You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
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Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
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Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it
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it still comes out black
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See it's just a hair trim
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So you can call it what you want
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[2Pac]
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Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
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but when I'm with the Mafia we DROPPIN YA
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And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin ya, baby why not
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You shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular
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The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
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Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
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2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
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I'm bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
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How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
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Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin for me (see ya!)
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That's why I love to go on tour G
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Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
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Now, I'm sippin on a forty
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So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
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[Money B]
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Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killer
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I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin
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in Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
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Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on
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Mother's Day
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First and fifteenth, another way of sayin it
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I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew
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Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers
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They true and do and rippin and got the Wonder Twin powers
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I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
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Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
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Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
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But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper
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Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
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I blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out of grabbin the mic and
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flingin
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lyrics with the maximum security
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I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a
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Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
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hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
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weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
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Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
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[Cold 187um]
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Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
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And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
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Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
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"187 why you wanna be a G?" Welllll..
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I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
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And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit
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Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)
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Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same
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So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
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Cause when I'm bustin on a punk, I could never be a customer
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Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep
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the only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the pussy I freak
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They wanna pop that ying-yang
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I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
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Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wanna
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get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
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the No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk
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I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
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Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-
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pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa
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Now hold up, wait a second
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Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
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It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliff
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Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)
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Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
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So I POST on em, then I COAST on em
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No I never never never had a murder rap
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And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck
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snapped
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So there it is, and how it's gonna be
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So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G
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[KM.G]
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Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
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I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
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Ah-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohh
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Well alright, you little silly ass hoe
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Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
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Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
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and see which playa, is up for the downstroke
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(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)
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So toast them hoes like I said before
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I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin for more
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Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my house
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like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN
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Now my niggaz done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman
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Cause they know I can
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When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
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I'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes
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drinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk see
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like a true hoe gigolo should be
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See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
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Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
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A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
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So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want
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call it what u want
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| above the law |
