[Verse 1: Krayzie]
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We the orginal criminals, therefore they'll be no replications
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or second guessin'
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The nation thug invasion got these suckas shakin'
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You been waitin' and anticipatin' the makin' and the arrival
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of my thug congregation, just call 'em Desperado
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It aint hard to spot us, either follow the trials of the
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hollow shells, as well as the rotten smell of body cells
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How many you niggas is ready to get down and dirty?
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watch me spit rounds like a 30-30..word up!
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Or you can just put on the instrumental and let a nigga run
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It'll be like givin me a gun cuz imma kill everybody 'cause
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they know I can fuck with the tongue
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I come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me Mr..Sawed
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off will hit cha
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I take time out to beat this shit up, get up
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Feel us it's the real niggas
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The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas
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and we roll wit cold killers
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So you better back up off us 'fore we blast you off us
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And if you think we jokin' you'll be laughin' in a coffin
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(coffin... coffin...)
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[Chorus: Layzie]
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You say you work for a couple million dogg (nigga I aint
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impressed)
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You keep your soilders in the field (nigga I aint impressed)
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A gang of bitches that'll ride real (I ain't impressed)
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This 40-cal will make ya life still (die in ya vest)
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[Verse 2: Layzie]
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See... ya'll the type of niggas that fuck up the party as soon
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as you get too drunk
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We the type of niggas that chill in the club, ready to get 'em
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up
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They don't even bring 'em my way, they know it's a fuckin'
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hustle
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Im strapped up like seat buckles, Im backed up by these
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muscles, I seen struggle
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A lot of these niggas that say they love you, but better feed
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the puzzle
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Them same niggas that bring you trouble
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We can rumble in this concrete jungle feelin' the thunder
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shake the ground
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Better watch out for the ricochet, that boomerangs that laid
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it down
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Don't you love it when they move chains (chains)
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Nigga was talkin' all flackered and cocky like it was a gon'
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do thangs (do thangs)
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Shoulda been watchin' the news mayn (news mayn)
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'Cause deep in the ghetto even a nigga wet up cause that's the
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rules mayn
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T-shirt and your shoe stained, And other slangin' in the drug
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game
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Thug game, rap game, We all up under attack mayn
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Operation 'Paper stack', mess with the that and you'll get
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split
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You know who the fuck this is...Bone Thugs up in, ya dig?
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Assurance
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
