[Noreaga]
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Chorus: It's laundry mat trap,
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keep the loot in Iraq,
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Iraq, see the world, the world, see Iraq
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binoculars, eyes is out, son, they watching us
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jake hit the strip, now police try locking us
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repeat
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[Castro?] It's CREAM on my land
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original man, cross water
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my team break border and court order
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ESP network, TNT explosive expert
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your head jerk, back flip, illegal life shit
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bad guys in black whips, left the scene rowdy
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air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
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new assembly, new identity, remember me
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keep remedy for the poison of my enemies
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martin remy, Jack D the allizy, yo the Moe-T
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dom p, personal henny, have me hurt many
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actions, coke infractions, imanuel and fidel
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our money well, help the crack sale
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stack bail, then we map trail
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get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat
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[Musolini?] The streets got me thinking 'bout my man's passing
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stashing, the ?? with a passion
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got to make it happen, the block steaming
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and 12 k the cops scheming
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secruity be on my back for wrong reasons
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i'm living what i'm saying on the block all day
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before i weren't sure, now I know it's the way
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like if I get caught, I'ma pay
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illegal life, livin' trife what can I say
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getting bent, million dollar dream
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Hennesey and Moet, while i'm chilling with my man
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on the wood set
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Front, I strike accurate, you get wet
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whatever choice you select, handle appropriate
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baby nine murder my crime, you a fake
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Lefraktion, just wait
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i need half out of that cake of regulate
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taking while you scheming, comtemplate
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only results in a 360 action
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but if it come back then I'm pumping double-action
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blasting, tearing -----'s physicals in
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try to contend, you gets no days, with no wins
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my clientle excel, it's like the devil's spell
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drawn into the streets young
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so now I know it well
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Chorus
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[Mendosa?]Yo son I'm packing steel where ya hard hat?
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you pull out, ya bust that, your gat useless
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where ya heart at?
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it fingers the trigger, change your lay with fake -----
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beef with every -----, watch your back
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of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
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splendid -----, dirty rat
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for my (i)raq attack, bust you with mega gat
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once a cool cat, smoking dagger, put it in my back
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why you did it like that?
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now my skin bubble fat
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go to sleep I wake you up
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[Noreaga] What What! What What!
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[Mendosa] In your krib tie you up
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[Noreaga] What What! What What!
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[Mendosa] Hot oil on ya gut
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[Noreaga] Get bucked! Get bucked!
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[Mendosa] Iraq element don't give a ----
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Chorus
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[Troy Outlaw] We on a mission, not a small-time thing
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I'm addicted to this cash, like a cracker is a fiend to the crack
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but I ain't in to doing no drugs
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I'm just pushing hits, and stacking chips
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like I'm stacking bricks for a building
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cuz we be building this empire fortress
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secure tight like barb wire
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for inflitrators, regulators, try to manipulate
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booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait
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watch you deflate, like air balloons
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try and ambush this platoon
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you run into a monsoon
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like stormy weather, your fatigues ain't tough as leather
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cuz we bust bullets thinking much more clever
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eating through your gear like acid rain
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feeling pain, living like a snake in the grass
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you won't gain, simple and plain,
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my team play the game so we can win
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we want it all, so we can breath like the wind
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[Noreaga] bust a 360, cherry red 850
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he blitz devilish, get cursed ------- with me
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eyebrows thick, resemble Sheytan
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arabian mind, with source for firearm
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ceasar, waves bangin, brown wallabies
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empty cigars, stay smoked in cool cars
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queens escobar where jewels like scars
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you heavy gold, Slick Rick changed it
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yo, the main vic, plotting on you since '86
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now it's 9-6, you lay low, you mad rich
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strictly big shit, big play, heavyweight
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bodycloth, hear a verse, put it in park
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let the dubs spark, now we ride, my weed dark
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dig deeper, black guns and black repher
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my brothers keeper, throw on the world in a sleeper
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the grim reaper, so much work he got a beeper
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the word def, stamp that, it's on your chest
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yo you bullshit, my click thick, kid we pul |