Chorus: Treach
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Till death do us, can't move us
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We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
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Holler if you hear this, realness
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Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin
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steal shit
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[Billy Danze]
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Now we have met and connect with a lot of different MC's [sho nuff]
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Raised hell to alot of different degrees
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And we have the Constitution of Rights to bear arms
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To flare arms, whenever we fear harm
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It's near [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
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If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier
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I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool
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Come to teach the new school, true school jewels
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I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up dude
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I makes my own motherfuckin rules
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So what's it gonna be, let me know
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Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
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And we foul to eliminate these habits
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And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
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All disrespect attended
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To anybody who may be affended, by the way I represented
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And I'm no stranger, to danger
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Dance with a strange man in a field with anger
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Now ain't that ghetto, for ya
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Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas
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Chorus
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Hook: Treach
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Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
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We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild
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*repeated*
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[Lil Fame]
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Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
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Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire
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Rapid fire, [First Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
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See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
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Took alot, never took a shot
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God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason
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Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'
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Reminisce on them feels I was bringin
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Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. shit bangin
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Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
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You see I really meant that, for the memories I left back
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Lil Fame never was a shady ass nigga
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When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga
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So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
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[Fizzy Woe Mack] That was my nigga
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Chorus
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[Treach]
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You did ya hit you had to do most
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Five minutes and you go
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Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
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Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
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And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
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Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
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I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows
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I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up
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Before I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
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My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back
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Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
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Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
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I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax
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What, with M.O.P.
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(several names and shit shouted out)
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Chorus
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Hook
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Yea, salute, salute
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Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild
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| M.O.P. |
