(feat. Kool G. Rap, Rakim)
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[Kool G Rap]
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G Rap with my nigga G-Dep
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We about to do it Gorilla style, u heard
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It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know
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Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it
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Coming rambo style nigga
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2 guns up
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Y'all niggaz better duck down
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I'll get your cap lifted off
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Thats how we doing it for the new millennium u heard
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[G Dep]
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Regardless of the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto
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Everybody high, don't nobody say hello
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Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow
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Get out of the borough
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If u know it ain't thorough
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Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow
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Still came down on the furl and pumped hero
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Red and grey Macs
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Keep it clean as Ajax
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Ghettos sling cracks
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While u niggas pay tax
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Now how ghetto is this
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u can catch me in your hallway taking a piss
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One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff
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Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips
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If we aint closed it I get ferocious
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Know this whole shit will leave me in them roaches
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In your car motion I cause commotion
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And i probably need some lotion
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But i don't get fucked
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[CHORUS]
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[G Dep (sung)]
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I am
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(a ghetto nigga)
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A ghetto nigga you can tell in a talk
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On the corner selling the snort
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It's hell in New York
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Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk
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Fake guards telling you pork
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Settle for shorts
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Running from court
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New ports, criminal thoughts
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On the blocks bodies acourt
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Nobody supports
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[Rakim]
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It's a ghetto nigga thorough niggas that get cake
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Five boroughs of niggaz do his ? a ? flip weight
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Change garments to trick Jake, u dis jake
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I want it yo I got warrants in six states
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They come in a stolen whip with switched plates
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Stickers hate I never leave a bread to trace
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Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face
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In the corner with the crooked niggas
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But yo shit's straight
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We start war to leave with these seven revolvers
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Sell case never test the floor
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Sticky yank slicking enough y'all
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I'm a man enough to put on a dress
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To creep up like grand-moma and bust y'all
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Get close enough to part your vest and tux off
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Who would have thought the lady with the car would crush y'all
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Too smart to get caught
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But I got fam up north
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So if they put me in coughs
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I'll call fuck y'all
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[CHORUS]
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[Kool G Rap]
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Knock back the hammer smell the
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Pop that cantelope
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For the venom in my python spit
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It ain't no antidote
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Jackpot from crack blocks
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I was a man of dope
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Snapshots to get your camera broke
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You hoes used to plan a gross
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With the hands toast
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Close and stand opposed
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Rubber bands she knows
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Grams of the coke
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Razor blade tuck the side the line
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The banter of the coke
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Watching niggas die with my hand on their doe
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Singing with the bass
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And wash up the ?land? when they float
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Choking on your own words
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Should have watched the ground when u spoke
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One last final approach
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Make your whole family ghost
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Bust bottles of cham and and we toast
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Till your photo stamped in the post
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Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat
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Man are u gross
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Bitch hanging from the lampost
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We shoot from up close
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Blow canners the most
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Catch an overdose
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Nigga we own the coast
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[G Dep (sung)]
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I am
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(a ghetto nigga) [X2]
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[Fade Out]
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I Am
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| G. Dep |
