Yea yea, what
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uh, Terror Squad
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uh, from the streets to the jail cell
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I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that
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Charlie Rock el D
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Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga
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Yo, yo
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Verse 1:
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Aint no solution for this
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Since day one I been true to this shit
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Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss
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I been provin to hit so you know its really real
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I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil
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Self made millionaire status
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We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes niggaz maddest
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Come at us if you ready for war
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Whoever you are
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Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor
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Better than ya'll
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Niggaz need to face the facts
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Since the days of crack I been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats
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Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track
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Laced in black - bettin on a horse called Amazin Jack
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Joey Crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz
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Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas
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Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
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Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn
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Chorus: I ain't know you really want it
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How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin
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Dont want no people wantin to play my game
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And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
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Bring it on, come on
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I ain't know you really want it
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How am I supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin
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Dont want no people wantin to play my game
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And if you really want the problems nigga say my name
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Bring It On (Feat. Fat Joe)
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| Terror Squad |
