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[Featuring Nature Noreaga]
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Chorus
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Haven't you heard
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platinum makes the amateurs swerve
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Nature Noreaga like Magic & Bird
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call a timeout make a quick sub
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pull ya rhyme out and rip it up
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nigga rip it up!
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Nature:
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I shook hands wit many killas
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some did it for fun
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it's like a rush the way it comes
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to make the innocent run
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niggas brag abotu it
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and recapture the pain
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just to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame
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its many ways to do it
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anger plays a major role
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when its done its done
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don't try to save ya soul
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you'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss
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nowhere to run young blood
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you done burned ya bridges
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a nervous wreck
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makin ya calls collect
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confessing ta hoes
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a man of respect
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now a vegetable
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scorned by the world
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for being cold-hearted
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he killed one of his own
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it's fucked up but he sold product
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no can do, he got cancelled
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I watched'em as he tried to pull out
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but he never got a chance to
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just a little man, his bite less than his bark
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yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart
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lossed stripes in the street
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at nights and sleep at the same time
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I used ta send'em ta stores and make'em rhyme
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had a seed on the way
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smoke weed all day
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thunwas speedage
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didn't think the heat would freeze'em
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I tried to tell'em
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correct'em like convicted felons
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by the time he realized
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it's to late, a slug split his melon
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seen'em spralled out from the fourth floor
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in the blink of an eye
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it was over the killa walked off!
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CHORUS 2x
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Noreaga:
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A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city shit
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keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shit
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what the dealy wit?
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know I only smoke a philly wit
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lamma lamma
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and got a bitch in Atlanta
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and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera
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and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right
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y'all niggas burned bridges
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I coulda had y'all tight
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a yo I spit this, tellin' y'all to live wit this
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I coulda had you in the bank
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now you lost ya rank
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you should blame only ya'self
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ya self today
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you know me
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hate to have to do it homey
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we used to be cool
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now it's like you don't know me
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all that jealously shit
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stupidity shit
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had me thinkin' on some foul shit
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diggin' in ritz
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now I'm 98 what
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my niggas still have fun
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if i ain't fuckin' wit Nate, I'm fucking wit Jung
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number 1 rule of the game
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don't trust no one
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likle them weak niggas
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yo you know if they trick
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in ya face, tellin' stories
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when they lie on they dick
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while I get cake
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live like a cookin Beat tape
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like that old school shit that he used to make
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yo from Kansas ta San Francis
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niggas catch me at the club
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but i never dances
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play the bar close
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niggas watchin' me, I'm like a mantis
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I won't take chances
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peep the hair on my chest
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that's what happen
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when you drinkin' rade, henney and stress
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drink my life away. right away
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shoot up ya Guess
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yo it's me and Nate
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we like two of the best!
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CHORUS2X
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Nature:
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I got the whole anchalota
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the glamour and glitz
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my name upon the walk of fame
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right behing Frank Sinatra
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it ain't na da
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but one for the win column
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y'all need to stop frontin'
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actin' like y'all big dollar
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fraudulent fucks I stay calling ya bluff
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causing friction
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calling ya chickens, for a quick buff
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rippin'em up to some Lou Rawls shit
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it ain't a game, you was hot
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but you lossed it
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change ya methods
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renevate quick to save the extras
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ya mic's hooked up
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but y'all brains ain't connected
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it ain't my fault ya niggas came defective
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I'm the specialist at rap
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opposite of pessemis
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shots more accurate than Petrovic
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when my shit drop
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y'all niggas better check for it
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ya gotta love it, the way I'm comin' at you
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in the purest form
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the wars on, you thought we would flop
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well than ya thought wrong!
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CHORUS2X
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Magic & Bird
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| DJ Clue |
