INTRO/HOOK
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A breaker 1,a breaker 2
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REPEAT x 7
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(ERICK SERMON)
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I be the Don up in this motherf-----(Ha ha)
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I puts it down,I rock 'scapes
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I roll bounce to the ounce(DIE-I!)
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I bring dat physical front(Aha)
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Believe it I function the paraplegic
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So teach it like if he was playin backgammon
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A new sheriff in town and not Reggie Hammond
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I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose
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Not for shootin use it for executin
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Lames out there callin my name
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For fame,change ya plan punk refrain
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This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid
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Dumb and Dumber all this summer
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A newcomer,yeah I take em to check out the Avenue
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Me and my crew went through
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Wooh!Ah-ah!Word is born!Word is born!
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(REDMAN)
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I said "Come on!"(Come on!),"Come on!"(Come on!)
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We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on
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I'm not the one to funnel,I'm lyrically inclined
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Seriously devine,whatever we G is crime
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Ha!I take it down,make it clear and in your bare lair
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Leaving critical as sang elsewhere
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You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means
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For such,I tote Glocks in Akarl jeans
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For all means necer-ssary,my blood vessels
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Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures
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I be blowin like I'm Mr.Cool,the invincible
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Keepin my court trials municipal
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The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts
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Pick up (Aah!),buda and Mex tags
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Fifty the less,mo' vex,the Soviets
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Another co-nnect on my Rolodex
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I met my smokin vex,I keep my lyrics smack-daddo
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Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal
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Next up I believe that's Keith
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Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony
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(KEITH MURRAY)
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Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer,telepathical brain murderer
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Comin with the sh-t you never heard
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Ask yourself the very same question
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Which crew is f-----g with this Squad in this profession
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Your mic's in my possession,I crush you with aggression
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An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson
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So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye
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Fake niggas f-----g up my eye
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Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job
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Forget any clan said "Who Squad the Mob?"
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Tired of beat-down,shot up and robbed
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Niggas askin why,it's my motherf----n job
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How many ways can I say "I just don't give a f---!"
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Runnin niggas over in every truck
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But my motto is "F---!Get the bottle!Pass the bottle!"
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Bad luck had ya stuck,uh
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I crash ya brain and smash ya spine
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Yeah another hard one to find
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HOOK
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Breaker 1, Breaker 2
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| Def Squad |
