(Noreaga talking)
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Outlaw, Outlaw
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Uhh-uhh. Yo give me some of that haze man. That purple haze.
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I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more.
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Hydro. Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.
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I'ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze)
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Pone roll up there. ya heard me?
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Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Ok Slaam.
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It's like this yo...
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(Noreaga)
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Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth
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I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts
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If I don't roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist
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He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth
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See shit change because I normally came
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On the R train now me and 5 in the Range
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We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns
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Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions
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Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings
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The same crime rates and the same damn killings
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A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice
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but now I'm Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose
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and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce
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the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow
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Yo where my beers go? Send them right here yo
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Yo party's over tell the rest of the crew
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Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two
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See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs
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While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
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While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs
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(Chorus: Complexions)
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Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine
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i'm on the block,i'm slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
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I look out for you, and you look out for me
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And we hold it down, you just wait and see
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Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels
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Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool
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Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food
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We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
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Cause I'll be there with my thugs
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I'll be right here waiting on you
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(Capone)
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For my niggaz who bust pies
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the customized fives
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to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops
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enough shots and any generation
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I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement
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my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table
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every welcome to the hood sign
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batting good times
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Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided
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till death bitches burning in gossip
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Its my turn to deposit
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the real, the logic, no college
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just dollars and criminal knowledge
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me and my codies, pass ?rodies?
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I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody
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Keep the mac on me
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When U stack niggaz act phony
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shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood
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never swear to a dead thug
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my name should be brough up in fame
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never said in vain
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Spread like a letter chain
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In criminal slang.
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(Chorus)
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We done had some time
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I strive to get my shine
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On the block, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
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I look out for you, and you look out for me.
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And we hold it down, you just wait and see
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Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells
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Now these broke niggaz start act a fool
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Don't you know thugged out, straight eat ya food
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We keep guns on our sides
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You know how dunn thugs do
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Cuz I'll be there with my thugs
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I'll be right here waiting on you.
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(Beat fading away)
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Queens
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Capone -N- Noreaga |