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[Featuring Malika Shorty Leek Ratt PS Ras Kass WC]
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Verse One: Malika
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Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck
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Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika)
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Yeap the diction is on point
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Causin friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
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That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
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Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
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Niggie trippin why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit
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See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
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Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
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Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
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Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
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If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her
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Ninety-five's on poppin, representin I keep stompin
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Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin
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Verse Two: Shorty
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I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
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I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
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Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
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I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood
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You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size
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Have you Goin' Down like Mary J. Blige
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When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward
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Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard
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My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers
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No toleration, for fakers and busters
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Fuckin with me with all honesty
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You get bombed rap songs comin constantly
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Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene
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Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green
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So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie
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And I want you to know G
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Chorus:
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We bust and cuss and kick up dust
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Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
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So what's the time? It's time to get real
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Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills
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We bust and cuss and kick up dust
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Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
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So what's the time? It's time to get real
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Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail
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Verse Three: Leek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)
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Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
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I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
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How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?
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I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
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Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe
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if you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show
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For my stage show beat em up
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40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast
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Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up
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Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em
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for poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of
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nuthin
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cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I'm bustin or get to
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duckin
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cuz I ain't given em nuthin
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Fools can't get none, so fuck em!
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Verse Four: PS
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Let me rock the motherfuckin mic
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Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
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I got jabs like a welterweight champion
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The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin
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quick to get it crackin
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Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men
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Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin
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Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like
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lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
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Fuckin with a winner, number one contender top dog
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Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs
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40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
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Best to put your daughter
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Wack ass rappers get tossed up
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Trying to come in here with that garbage
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My crew see the dopest and the hardest
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So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed
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Chorus 1/2
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Verse Five: Ras Kass
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I peep game and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor
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toothpick and beedy-dyin
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Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
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like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt
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And ain't nothin crackin
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For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I'm packin Tinactin
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Cause I be earnin stripes in tight bunches
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All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches
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What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend
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Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often
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Jaywalkin over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and
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John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and
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see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
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Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between
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so take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygeine
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Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
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The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity
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Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton
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Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton
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I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when
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C and B came strollin
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Blowin niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin
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Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma
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So bitch-ass niggaz better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas
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Verse Six: Coolio
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We don't give a fuck, fools better duck
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39 deep in the back of Wino's truck
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Like robbin in the paint, fool think I ain't?
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Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin rank
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I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to
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kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota
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The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk
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And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk
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I bring death to the evil and power to the people
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My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle
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Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
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And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
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And you don't want no motherfuckin problems here
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Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
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Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
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Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out
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Verse Seven: WC
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Fresh out the penalty box
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Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped
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socks
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The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static
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with lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
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The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha
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bringin more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia
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Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew
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It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin over pissin in your stage monitor
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socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
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You best to wake up and apoligize
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Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz I, burn like Parker
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but anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
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The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased Khakis
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Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight
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Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle
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Ay man! Ay ay.
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What's up Wino?
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Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
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Are we out?
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Yeah yeah fuck it
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Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch!
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Get Up Get Down
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| Coolio |
