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[Kool G. Rap]
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Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
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For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
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For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
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For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
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For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
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For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
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For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula
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Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up
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Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up
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Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
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I can roll up all by myself and make a street close
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Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose
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Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow
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You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low
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Free to go, deeper than six feet low
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This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die
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Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize
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we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs
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Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies
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Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live
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Chorus
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Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
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For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
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For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
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For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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[Johnny 2 Gunz]
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Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical
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Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico
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You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole
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Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo
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I felt the graces from the highs to the very low
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One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes
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Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals
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Congressionals, street medal, award winners
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Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?
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What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker
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Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye
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Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?
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While your souls floating over me, you owing me
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You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me
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Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty
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Another faded memory, that's awful Bee
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Cuz I'm still breathing steadily
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[Pokaface]
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You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up
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And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up
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You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up
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You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up
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Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't
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Information's not to be given, making sure you won't
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Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes
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ATF here, but scared to get close, like in WACO
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Nickel plate pros made men who make those
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My red eye don't ? but best believe it shakes those
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Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion
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Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action
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Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas
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Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw
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Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin
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The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk I left him in
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[Chorus]
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Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
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For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
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For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
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For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
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For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
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For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
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For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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Thugs Anthem
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| Kool G Rap |
