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[Chorus: Hell Razah]
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You got my back, I got your front
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>From the start to finish
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Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
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Take my back, got your front
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>From the start to finish
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Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
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Got your back, take my front
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>From the start to finish
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Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
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Got my back, got your front
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>From the start to finish
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Goin out altogether cause we're co-defendants
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[Shyheim]
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I'm a N.W.A. with nineteen shot glizzy
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I'm all thugged and Krazyie, Layzie, Flesh, Wish and Bizzy
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I'm too wild, you don't wanna see my act up
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Police gotta call the national guard for back up
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My shit don't stink, I never touch my link
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Shyheim never sleepin, my eyes just cheat me
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And my army moves same, same
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[Hell Razah]
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Stick him for his mink
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Yall niggaz on some frontin shit, amped off a drink
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Money like to bring truck, bomb you till you faint
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I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing
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[Shyheim]
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I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman
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We banned from the tunnel,
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[Hell Razah]
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We're scorin touchdowns, well yall wack rappers fumble
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[Shyheim]
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And talk about the projects, we never see you come through
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Catch em at their shows, their hidin in a limo
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[Hell Razah]
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We claimin Donnie Brasco, black Robert Deniros
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We're dirty street heros in the six double zeros
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[Shyheim]
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Benz, glocks with the infer-red lenses
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Money over bitches, like P, I'm infamous
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[Hell Razah]
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Thoughts is infinte, me and Shy run together
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Like the current census
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[Shyheim]
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We're co-defendants, society's menace
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I became a Jon Doe, so I be printed
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[Chorus: Shyheim]
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[Hell Razah]
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Aiyyo, it's war faces, I see outside the court cases
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See the first chapter become the bone body fracture
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I roll with player haters, down to mat rafters
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Out to put the gat to anybody playin after
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Climbin up ?Jacken's? latter, the common factor
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Red hook, never shake hooks or get you shit took
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Black hook indian givers with a sick hook
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[Shyheim]
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Hit with the book, I was hit with the book
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I'm a walkin timebomb, I smoke weed to keep me calm
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It's like she said, "I'm a bad mother fucker"
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When she read my palms, I did armed fuckin felony
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And with my moms tellin me, a twenty-seven D.V.D.
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For reals and mad man, in a instant a raider
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Is where we stash the grills
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It's all about the hundred dollar bills, Nigga what
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If shorty pushes you big, I stick it in her butt
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[chorus x2: both]
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Co-Defendant
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| wu-tang clan |
