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[The Madd Rapper Intro]
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Roll another blunt man, Cuz shit I gotta get high
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That's the key to my shit, I get high
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Ya mean
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[Tracey Lee Intro]
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Yo I don't know what they thought, I don't know what the fuck they thought
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I don't know who told them this shit was over
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It's never over man
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This Tray Lee muthafucka
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I represent Philly, I brings the heat, 3000 shit
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For my dogs who grow hard in Bogard
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That be in the muthafuckin' streets
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[The Madd Rapper]
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If you wasn't on my dick from day one, then screw ya'll
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My rhymes are lyrically designed to blow through ya'll
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Chest piece, Through your Lex piece, I knew ya'll
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Fold when the full court pressure step to ya'll, do ya'll
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Do what I gotta do to get a dollar, I ride on the train snatch
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A chain off your collar, Ask wife, for 600 I can borrow
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Cause * Someone's Name * gonna throw me out tommorow
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Yep I'm still broke, I still choke
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And even though I ain't puttin' in no doe, I still smoke
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Still tote, Spittin' out these bars I wrote
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I'm not tryin' to get ? ? ?, Wit gats in the bizack
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Bags of the Crizack, Dimes and Nicks
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On the streets bitin' leather, Keep 'em high till six
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Got pies to flip, and wise guys to clip
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And in a minute or ??sixenit??, you might see me flip
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[Tracey Lee]
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A-yo, The Tray Lee, Is you thirsty
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Let's guzzle these mc's, Put the muzzle on dem niggaz mouths
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And breeze, They all talk to much shit
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Walk the walk like dicks, Fuck strictly Bum chicks
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That's why I no them niggaz crabbed out
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Inchin' En on all these niggaz assed out
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And when we get 'em, We let the rhythym hit 'em
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Black oozy slipt 'em, Kinda fucked up how we did 'em
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Big dog bit 'em, If would have been on P he would have seen it comin'
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Instead he had his eyes on me, and I'm gunnin'
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For all niggaz who bite the bullet, If you bite the first one you might
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Bite the worst one, It'll hurt some
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Straightened Aim, this nigga straight frontin'
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BK brawlin' in the street nigga who want it
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What, We storm through blocks wit kicks, Violate 'em
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We stomp niggaz and then we stomp jakes (cops)
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[Black Rob]
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What the fuck is the haps, Here we go again, Bussin' caps
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Get down, for sweet thugs, and my niggaz who push crack
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Who be in the back, Loadin' they macks, Hit the surface
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It's on now, when I attack it's with a purpose
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My soldiers, Trained by dreams, the street seems
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My niggaz that know, how to be handlin' these fiends
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Come in between, me and this green, I doubt that
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Sixteen through your jeans, now fagat how about that
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Ya'll ain't ready for war, Ya'll just playin' a part
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I rip apart with guns that be state if the art
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Play it smart, and you'll get a bitch, like 99
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I never hide, If you cowards can't find me fine
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I been rolin' with these punishers since niggaz been schemin'
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On free lunches, Now I push up and do crunches
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Won't stop squeezin' this trigger, Till ya'll arrest
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Damn right, you fuckin' wit black, It's more or less
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[Tracey Lee]
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I crack jaws, lyricly slap ya'll, in figure fours
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The over Lord, I'm nice, Name your price
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Wit mics, Break niggaz like dice, Tray da Great One
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One of these half-ass niggaz, son this ain't one
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But, How they gon act, My style they study it
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MC's be like Shaq and 'em, Still not ready yet
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Many have tried, But fuckin' wit Tray
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It all can cause niggaz decay
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Spit it for them street niggaz, Dice rollin' dogs
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Who mix liquor
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Niggaz who feel no pain, This rap shit
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Tray got covered like rogaine, Can't wait to get one of ya'll on stage
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That's my domain
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Went from no name, to Cats knowing my whole name
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Controllin' the whole game
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The whole aim, Spittin' shit ill, It's like cocaine
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R and F, Better run for cover, Cuz you dealin' with a real
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Killadelph Muthafucka like that
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[Buckshot]
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? ? ? ? ? MC's, No the time like Seiko
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Spittin' dialect, dirtier, than a freak ho
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I Buck, role wit my nigga Lito
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And we snatch goods like the repo
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Clips in my skully, 44s in the Peko
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Pull it out, make you deep throat, Then we let the heat go
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So what, never in your life try to play me
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Play my seven six niggaz, Or play Tray Lee
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My ice-real monsters, Intimidate ya'll
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Niggaz ain't playaz so I guess I'll just hate ya'll
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Better recognize my clique, and where my name is
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Got your wife, on my dick like my chain is
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Take her to the Tele, Then I, Fuck her brainless
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Cats say that, They can talk to the stainless
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Spit the razor, Leave a smile where your beard at
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Viva R, and F, Ya'll niggaz better fear that
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[Kurupt]
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Hoes eat dicks and that's all they do
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I'm jus a gangsta ass nigga in grey and blue
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When the flow bounces, Nigga we blaze ounces
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Whoa nigga,
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My woman makes more money than most of ya'll niggaz
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High post, high class, high to the sky
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Kurupt and Daz
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Two hits and pass, Two steps and blast
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Is that right, on the Rooftop at night
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Wit a scole, Bout to blast everything in sight
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Fuck whatcha Thought, Fuck whatcha like
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Despite whatcha thought, And whatcha thinkin' like
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Show me whatcha got and I'ma take the shit
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I'ma shoot a muthafucka and I'ma slap a bitch
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You must have lost your Mutherfuckin' mind
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Sucker punched a nigga in his muthafuckin' ? ? ?,
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Dip made the dash for the muthafuckin' doe
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Fuck everything I see and everything I saw
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Guzzlin' gallons of Henesy on the rocks
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In the clubs wit my dogs, Thugs, 38 slugs, Persian Rugs
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Pistols launch off like missles
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Sherms, curls and perms, Bitches ain't shit, Fuck them hoes and tricks
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I take the money out of her hand and backslap the bitch
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And some of these niggaz is bitches too
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And the same motherfuckin' thing will happen to you
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But Bitch nigga, Whatchu thought this was a mutherfuckin' game
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You must not have heard about my motherfuckin' name
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Kurupt(echoed), Young Gotti(Echoed)
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DPG Fuckin' up the party
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[Tracey Lee Outro]
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Yeah In 9-9 That's how we get down
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Dead ass this time around
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Tray Lee, Fever, Black Rob, Kurupt, What the fuck
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You ain't shit, Your crew ain't shit
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R&F to def, Philly in here, You know how it is
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Evolution 3000 (Main Version)
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| Tracey Lee |
