Verse one
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I blow'em over wit the club scene
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try don, for my nine thousand thugs
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in the clubs, that love green, one step
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behind Hussin, dogs the don, me and I'm
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well bomb on ya kind, like Vietnam
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against all odds, get cha Benz or rocks
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me and kada, go against all fog
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dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds
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my last words, who gone blast and serve
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they told me never say never, but I never stay alive
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hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die
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blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay
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pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin
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pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
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release me to the care, of my heartless strap
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hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee
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to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry
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Chorus
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I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
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cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin'
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at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack
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relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks
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I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
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cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin'
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at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack
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relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks
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Verse two
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It get's hectic yall, switch the rules
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get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz
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ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected
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outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected
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from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest
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seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress
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cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest
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when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ?
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don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded
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tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify
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bitch made niggaz, I got a point
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I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to
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step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew
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he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two<echoes>
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Chorus
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Verse three
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Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus
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and handle business, when you jealous playas
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fuck wit us, turn the party out
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soon as they whip the lime beocardy out
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it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out
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call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it
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run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it
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Militant minded, combined wit a sentence
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all you fake thug niggas, ya crimes ain't constant
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even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant
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my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle
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aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin' run ya game to
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it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time
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give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme
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yall niggas squealin', my thuggs is still dealin'
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got niggas hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings
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clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment
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Chorus
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To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation
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world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack
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keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn
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Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas
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keep it comin', none muthafuckin' stop
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Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga 'pac rest in peace
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I Know the Rule
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