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Intro:
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Trackmasters Nigga
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L.O.X, CNN
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Verse 1:
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[Capone]
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I been through,
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runnin' from cops,
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eatin' beef on the corner
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Been through cold cells
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Thug in the bench,
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till that was former
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I been put the Mack upon ya
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Look faget
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Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot fagets
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I been a star
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Since Pat Benetar
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CNN, Lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock
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I been put the key in a lock
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Who got a song, hot a Capone
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And Nore got the Benz, first day home
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I been beat Niggas, piss spittin' on hoes
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Thinkin' they too good for hood Niggas
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Been in my zone
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Been in chance since Larry Holmes (?)
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And in a forthbuilding,
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been had 'em rappin' the street
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Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony
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So I ain't bought a M ching ching
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What is you tellin' me
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Verse 2:
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[Noreaga]
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Yo, yo
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I got guns, guns
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Mad fuckin' guns, ha
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I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
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But fuck that, live Niggas, Iraq
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And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
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Holdin' my gat
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Yo, I'm a soldier, what
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You a soldier, Nigga infect
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A wow, Niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap
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I murder you, the Niggas fiend
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Just fiend to attack
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You shut the tunnel down twice like militant nice
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We at the club tonight, Nore yo
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Please be nice
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I bought the bar out
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Crystal, no glass, no ice
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I drink it straight from the bottle,
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when I spit on a ho
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Ayyo, you punked that bitch
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Now I piss on a ho
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Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
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You better tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit
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Chorus:
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, yo,
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Nore keep the gunners in crack
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To get you in style
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[Noreaga]
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L.O.X, CNN, Y.O. to Iraq
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[Jadakiss]
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Luxury cars, twenty thous,
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thugged out the bar
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[Noreaga]
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House on the hill
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And my Niggas flowin' for real
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[Jadakiss]
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Star in the hood
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When Niggas go to war we good
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We just thugged out hustlers
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It's on the hood
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We the deepest Niggas out
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[Noreaga]
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The streetest Niggas out
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[Jadakiss]
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L.O.X and CNN
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And leave you bleedin' from your mouth
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Verse 3:
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[Jadakiss]
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I learned at a young age
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Not to ride with dummies
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I won't die for they man
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But I die for money
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[Styles Paniro]
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And if the Lox get rich
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We gon devide the money
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Were we from we stay live
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And survivin' hungry
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[Jadakiss]
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And don't pass me a blunt
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Cause you could pass me a gun
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[Styles Paniro]
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And you can have that pretty bitch,
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right after I cum
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[Jadakiss]
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And you can front and keep your watch
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We go punch your long
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[Styles Paniro]
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L.O.X style
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[Jadakiss]
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Cocksucker
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[Styles Paniro]
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Dump and we run
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[Jadakiss]
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All our dogs up in the slums
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[Styles Paniro]
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Pumpin' they jumps
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[Jadakiss]
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Holdin' they pits
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[Styles Paniro]
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Lightin' blunts
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Loadin' they shit
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[Jadakiss]
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And Niggas can't understand,
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that we married the street
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And we felt like we were cheatin'
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We ain't carryin' our heat
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[Styles Paniro]
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And we don't like holdin' nothing
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But we carry a beat
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Hopin' them stay strong
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[Jadakiss]
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And they can carry the grieve
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You break bread with a thief
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[Styles Paniro]
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And then you scarry to sleep
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[Jadakiss]
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And we don't try to bury you
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[Styles Paniro & Jadakiss]
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We try to bury a jeep
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Chorus:
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Outro:
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[Noreaga]
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What
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What
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What, what, what
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What
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What
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What, what, what
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The L.O.X.
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| Bleeding From the Mouth |
