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featuring Lord Tariq & Muggs
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(Lord Tariq & Muggs talking)
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Trying to tell you man
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I'm going up in there
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Trying to dig into niggas pockets
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Fuck that man
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{Lord Tariq}
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Either you be real or you be dead
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Hey killer be a killer
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That's the rules to this game
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In the court of the law
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With let niggas that feel ya
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They know cat dealers
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But with some new shit like Clue shit
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We strap for this thriller
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You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
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Cock the mack back, blow his back out
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And take the back route
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And that's what that's about
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Understand? I wan't cans in hand
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This shit is real, never phony
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Don't come short with my mo-ney
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I'll only tell you once Tony
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"Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
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If so, trust me, you outta luck B
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And try to sit high where them drugs be
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Filthy rich looking broke
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Fuck a bitch I wan't the world thust
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Keeping feds of my ass
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I gotta think fast
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'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last
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We try to bumble like ass
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Stay low, got to hurl that cash
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Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it
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Chorus:
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We got cops and robbers
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Niggas and spicks
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Flashy cars, ghetto stars
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Moving stones and bricks
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It ain't over on the streets
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We got blocks to get
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So heads up, guns cock
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Don't get rocked to this
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(2X)
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-{Lord Tariq}-
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Now if the good die young
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Then what the fuck that makes me?
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And who the fuck are you to rape me?
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Less then the best, bulletproof love
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The thugs holding it down in the decks
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And for the frauds I got techs
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Heading straight for your chest
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Feel me on this
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My word is priceless
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You can't pawn this
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I might diss drop jewels
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The way I cop jewels
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The way my nine drops flues
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The way my mind influes
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What's a nigga to do a murder
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Type of shit you never heard of
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>From jimbos to fat burger
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On some last long shit
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I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil
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Plus I calm shit, I bomb shit
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I had alot of Brooklyn niggas
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Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down"
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So hold your heat up, and move fast
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You got to keep
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Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what
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Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk
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And there's nothing to comprehend
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When my nine talks
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Chorus(2X)
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-{Muggs}-
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I peep the devil screaming BK
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'Cause I rock for B.I.G.
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Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
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In some rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
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Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks
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Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine
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Street veteran with one gun
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Killed eleven men
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It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
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Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
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Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
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Now I push your hair line back
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Do what the con do
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I warned you, and sworn no talking
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Bring the thing out
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Got the block surrounded like cops
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And shots rang out
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Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed
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Run with thero heads
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Leave you in another burough bed
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Respect my hood, like the heats do
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Be k to the Bronx
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Poor kane, Lord Tariq & Clue
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Chorus(2x)
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DJ Clue:
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Uh-huh
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DJ Clue, Professional
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Roc-A-Fella!
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Cops & Robbers
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| DJ Clue |
