[S.A.S. - Mega]
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May been shifty, siz a little pickney
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Will he be that boy, dem on the strip, try and stick me
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He from Harlem, down to brixton you know
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We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno
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Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada
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Who rough harder, so go fuck ya ma-ma
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See? Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now
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Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya
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What you checker? You running your lip?
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You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff, you
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sonofabitch
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This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way
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Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi
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Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta
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In love with fame and the stardom
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Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
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Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?
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[Chorus 2x: Jim Jones (S.A.S.)]
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You with me, then clap clap
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Keep moving yor back back
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You doing it like that that
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Stay and two in the track
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We flipping them baggies
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My niggaz is aggie
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From Brixton to Hagney
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East Finchley Apache
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[S.A.S. - Mayhem]
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Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on
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Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
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Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow
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Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of
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Sneezies man, believe me man
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I'm off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan
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Your crew sweet like a ishi man
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That's why the youths on your street call you Chichi, man
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I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep
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Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks
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Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat
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Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet
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I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jake
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The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid
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Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam
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I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Jim Jones]
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Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in ganka
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I'm rollin' that stank stuff, the chrome on my tank truck
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What? Enter in the slave roots
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Fly til I die, like izzo in suede boots
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Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck
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Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets
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I'm a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white
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Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right
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I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars
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Outlaw all my life, police on my car
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Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect
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Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect
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[Chorus 2x]
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Dutty Clap
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| The Diplomats |
