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Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous
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Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight
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Niggas on the street dont sleep until we eat it
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We won't ease up tonight
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even if it means we got to pop 'em
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For the profit,we drop 'em
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They,they,they die,they die,they die
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Murda mo'
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Kill some more
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Murda mo'
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Gotta kill some more
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Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous
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Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight
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All my niggas better get that cash
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until we get the cash
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we wont ease up tonight
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even if it means we got to pop 'em
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For the profit we drop 'em
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They,they,they die,they die,they die
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Murda mo'
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Kill some more
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Murda mo'
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Gotta kill some mo'
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[verse 1:]
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Oh,we dont have no money
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We gotta get money for food on the table
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For feedin the youngins
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We steadily strugglin thuggin
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Broke and we sellin more dope
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Both the dummies and dum-dums
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Come on back
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Purchase some more
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Now whether we mobbin or stick up a store
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Fin to get us some dough
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My niggas desperate
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We aint ate shit since yesterday
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but we got a gauge and plenty of shells
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I'm smellin money--cash money
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(money,money,money)
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First baller we see
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We run and buck him
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Don't give him a chance to reach
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all up under his seat
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Now,what if he pull out some heat?
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Shit,then we really got to kill him
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Aint even worth it my nigga
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Give up the dough
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Dont flex!
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My nigga dont try to be no hero
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and be glad we only shot you in your legs
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Could have been your head
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Now what if that there victim was me?
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Gettin robbed by these niggas that we
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used to be
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Id be muthafuckin dead!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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You know what we doin up on them police?
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We never did love them
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Muthafucka we buck 'em
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We lucky they die
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pullin that heat and beat 'em
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Get your pump and we kill 'em all until we rise
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If youre feelin me
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Pick up your shit,nigga
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Cause it's realer than realer,
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than realer,than realer,than realer than
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most of them niggas
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Youre rollin with them niggas,hoes
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And im knowin this
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Pump up the revolution
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Nigga,we go when you come
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Join us in a battle and victory
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Go down in history
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This aint no mystery
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Fuck 'em
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Let the law end
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Cause we simply get the raw end
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Coffins open
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Dump 'em all in
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We can get down on them po-po
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When we finished
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They aint trippin no more
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Get ready
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Leave one of us (?)
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So my troopers got something to hope for
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When we rumble,crash,collide
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Now we lockin up the enemy
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What that guy did to me was crude and rude
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And dont give a fuck about rules
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We done been screwed
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Been runnin the streets to long
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We know every corner,cut,and alley
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So when youre patrollin
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Dont pull over the wrong Caddy
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Never knowin whats on our minds
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Were steadily bustin at these po-po
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For the hard times
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[Chorus]
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Money,money,money
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Shit dont be funny when you aint got no
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money (money,money)
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Bein rich is the shit cause you live so
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lovely (lovely,lovely)
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Never have to worry
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About where you gon sleep or be hungry
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(hungry,hungry)
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But that's only if you got money
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(money,money)
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Ooh,ooh,ooh
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If murda makes me richer
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Then ill be a killa
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[Chorus]
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Won't Ez Up Tonight
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| Krayzie Bone |
