[Icarus]
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Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c'mon)
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Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon)
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Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
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We gon' see if you ready for this
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[Scarface]
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I be the street sweeper nigga
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Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
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from fuckin round with the mi-dack
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Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
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Fuck who's standin around them get close up and down and
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I done came here to get brains
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Shoot you twice in your stomach
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then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains
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You're bitch-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker ass
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These niggaz scared of your bark [barkin] but bitch I touch ass
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and bust back, what's that? It's Face-mob in effect
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with Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
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I told you that talkin wasn't shit to me
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So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
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"It ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
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A discharge from a dick disease
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You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
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Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static
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[Chorus: Redman]
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Real niggaz - louder
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Real niggaz - louder, LOUDER
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Real niggaz - yo
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Real niggaz..
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[Redman]
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Yo, yo, yo
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It's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
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PPP in the back and they parkin to, jump
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Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid
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I fuck chicks off Elmo flicks
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My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
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Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
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"SO WHAT 'CHA WHAT 'CHA WANNNT?" Yo, my Boys is Beastie
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We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
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You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
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We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
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Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers
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Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
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I roll up a 'X' that came with kits
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Leave you with "Nightmares" Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres)
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I can train yo' bitch, with a chain and whip
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It, blow the block down while I change the clip
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[Icarus]
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Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon
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Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms (beep beep)
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And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
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Niggaz wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
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But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
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And I know a old lady that'll choke they moms
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A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
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Nigga I'ma time for it, you just talk about
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Ic' is the man, and I never been to Japan
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Got a Japanese bitch with my dick in her hand
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This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
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Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again
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Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
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Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo'
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I'm the nigga that the streets raised
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I'm the nigga that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's
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The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ
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if he don't give Icarus shit a replay
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Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
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And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we
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[Chorus]
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[Jamal]
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First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
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I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
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I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
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I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap 'Mal
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I look a nigga eye to eye when I speak
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I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
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or a bitch that'll do anything to get rich
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or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
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or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
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or a Jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
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I'm real like, BITCH, get the fuck out my face
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I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
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I'm a real nigga if I don't get no bigger
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I'm five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz
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We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures
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Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers
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Bullets hummin, real like Redman's fifth comin..
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[Treach]
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Trigger Treach..
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Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
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Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
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Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle
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Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single
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Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
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Name is HEYYY, with the gay(?) G after
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My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
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| See them diamond D.M. medallions, SNATCH! Yo |
