Krayzie Bone
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Shit...How many times we got to tell yall motherfuckers,bitch
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stay the fuck out my motherfuckin face, keep my name out your mouth
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But naw so yall wanna be the rivals
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but nigga we bringin hell upon the opponent
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figure you got just what you wanted jaw broke and it hurt dont it?
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Now that i learned to want it
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how many must i bust and how many niggas got they nuts with them,
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and aint gotta go to the studio to get'em bitch you rent'em
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nigga done fuck with a couple real thugs
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yeah we rappin but we still thugs
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Tip ya over you bound to spill blood yeah what?
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we took it mo personal than you thought it
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and when you caught hit'em all kill'em all nigga thats what we taught
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cant get no rougher than them niggas in Cleveland
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dont be thinkin that you can come here trippin and just be leaving now
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maybe in pieces we aint sayin no names and keep'em piece is what you want
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thugs kickin your ass is what you dont(what you dont)
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really though i never could understand how could niggas try to flex
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on my clique flex in my shit
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stumblin fumblin over they words I observe
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you jake ass motherfuckers got the nerve (you know)
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so nigga bring it
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Wont take no more if you want war
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we comin we marchin forward and you under attack
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Here the bustas screem oh my lord
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the thugs they got guns they bustin back
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You Want War
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| Krayzie Bone |
