Yeah.. c'mon man
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[Nate] Dump dump dump
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You know this shit is ours man
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This is our field man
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[Nate] Dump dump dump
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Y'all niggaz need to just leave this shit to us
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[Nate] Dump dump dump
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Corny-ass niggaz, aiyyo
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[Nate] Dump dump dump
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[Havoc]
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That's that hard shit
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That hit a nigga up in his car shit, this war bitch
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Somehow I feel we need more of the thing
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Instinct to get that paper, know it's all in my vein
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You rookies need to be toilet trained
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You faggots shittin everywhere that you eatin
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That's why the coroner came
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You never know, when the tec'll blow
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Wet you and catch you off guard
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Niggaz know that I crept slow
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And never fold bitch, hollows we let 'em go
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And hope them little jugs you sold cover your medical
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Y'all don't wanna bump heads with us
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Dump lead head to head with us (nah)
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And ain't no leg-in homey, neck and up
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It come to beef, you know we chef-fen it up (all day baby)
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And ain't nobody do it better than us
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Dry snitch and we wettin you up
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[Nate] Dump dump dump
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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Many men try to set me up to watch me die
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Tie me up and put me in the trunk then wave bye-bye (dump dump dump)
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Everyone who know me know that I'm Mobb Deep and I
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keep it true and ain't afraid to shoot so duck when I (DUMP DUMP DUMP)
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Ain't gon' catch me slippin up
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Ain't gon' catch me give it up (dump dump dump)
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Ain't gon' hear me creepin up
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Roll down the window I'm about to (DUMP DUMP DUMP)
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[Prodigy]
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Nigga I'll smack that smirk right off your face
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You listen to jerk music, this is Mobb Deep
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You ain't never seen or heard no shit like this
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Until you purchase our CD, it's very worth it
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Don't confuse our album with that "Mix Tape" shit
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Those our scratch, basically our throwaway shit
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And nobody wrap the street like the Infamous clique
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Slash Jive, now we got millions to work with
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And we Violators too, so you know we overdoin it
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What's stoppin the crew, only death can ruin it (bring it)
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Homey been there and done that, and still they wanna come back
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and shoot us down (blaow blaow blaow)
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Our advice, you want somethin done right
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then you better come and do it yourself
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We give shooters this shits, make O.G.'s get they gun off the shelf
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And blow the dust off they old snub-nose three pound
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[Nate] Dump dump dump
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[Chorus]
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[Nate Dogg]
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Shoot 'em up now bang, bang
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Don't fuck around with the wrong mayne
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In every fuckin city it's the same thang
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Don't be sayin nothin stupid to a grown mayne
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Shoot 'em up now bang, bang
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It really ain't the same, now the game changed
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Got me grippin on my weapon just to main-tain
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Fill you full of holes and get my name changed
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[Chorus]
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Dump (Featuring Nate Dogg)
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| Mobb Deep |
