[DJ Premier]
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"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
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"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru
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"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
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"It's the real...it's the Militia"
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[Big Shug]
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First name vete-, last name -ran
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I drop bombs hit you with the curse of ?Jevron?
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Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses
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I advise you to tell us where the cash is
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Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire
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We disallow all these cats in the camp
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We the champs, not really to boast and brag
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Bustin' heads, body bags and toe tags
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Black mags to blow your whole chest in half
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If you don't know the equation then you can't do the math
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I know you cram to understand the plan, but you too
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Caught up in the rapture, front and we will capture
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See men and strap ya, cock back and blast ya
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Blow up your fuckin' house while we still lookin' at ya
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Militia man...man part three
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[DJ Premier]
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"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank"
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"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
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"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru
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"I push these lyrics through any emcee
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and make it burn (burn)" -> Freddie Foxxx
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"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank"
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"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
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"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru
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"It's the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx
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[Guru]
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Just to feed the babies I'll infect you like rabies
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With a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazy
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I'm sick with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets
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While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits
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I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo
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I swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep window
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I don't care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin' on us
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And you could catch it, some royal heat from the snub
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Since the streets is watchin' niggaz might see us often
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We told you rap cats we would keep it poppin'
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See all I got is a lot of bad news for y'all
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You're gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y'all
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You got an army, you still ain't got no wins against us
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You're gonna need more than doo rags and Timb's against us
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And fuck your goons 'cause we always get what we're after
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We bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture
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[DJ Premier]
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"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank"
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"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug
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"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru
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"It's the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx
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[Freddie Foxxx]
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There's one ripped out the frame, felony act
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Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back
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I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggaz
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Parked while on the street out of unseen vans
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I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man
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That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband
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Capture, duct tape rapture, slapped ya
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Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
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Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus
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I'm a warrior, niggaz screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
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I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in
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Niggaz come to my suite to pick up heat
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Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real
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Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin concealed
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It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels
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You've ?????, 'cause you've got a gun you never conceal
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I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena
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And underground club that I play in
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I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'
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'Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'
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You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest
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I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left
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I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath
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To take your heart, it's thug grand death
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CAPTURE!
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Capture (Militia, Pt. 3)
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| Gang Starr |
