[Intro]
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Yeah yeah (yo)
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Turn my mic up, one two
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East Coast Gangsters (straight Brooklyn right here)
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(East Coast Gangster, East Coast Gangster)
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Come to let ya niggas know
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One time and one time only
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We ain't playin
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[ShaCronz]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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Stay charm, livin, everybody wanna know cons position
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I'm in the strong condition, plus there's no competition
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Pop dons, twistin up, arm glisten
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RZA truck, lean dudes in the hallway, sittin, spittin up
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Don't think about gettin up, this world ain't forgettin us
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On the streets, we crizzin cuts, too late me missed the bus
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So I hop in the train, poppin them things
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Shootin stupid, hittin every cop in my lane
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Hip hop is my game, my job, my hustle
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Had to rob and scuffle, when the projects, the god struggle
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In the public, you know for thuggin crew
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Little rugged dude, comin thru
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Like the man in front of you, you can't do nuthin dude
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Who is he? Catch me in a pair of shoes, pissy
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Seen more grands than you, lizzy, when it comes to crime
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Ain't nuthin, my first guns a nine
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Summertime, frontin on the block, we get ones with nine
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Who's wild? New style, some say I'm too foul
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Ya rap dudes is curtail, sit back and watch my loot pal
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Slot Time eliminatin, ya rhymes a criminatin
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Shine innovatin, two dimes in rotation, mind insinuation
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God, ya dudes is weak, sometimes I be losin sleep
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To write that shit, that make ya move ya feet
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My fuse is deep, on tape ain't confuse my speech
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Lock me up, behind bars, cuz I refuse to speak
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[Chorus 2X: ShaCronz]
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Come one, come all, if you wanna ball
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All weak niggas on the floor
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We can take it to the courts, guns involved, my sons involved
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Can't fuck with it, if there's no ones involved
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[Freemurder]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
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I squeeze heaters, take you out of here on some
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I don't need ya, Swiss cheese ya
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Keep you runnin like cheetahs
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Squeeze 16's, thru they 9 millimeters
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Ram came back, short stop like two re-ups
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Get money, fuck squeezers, send my dogs to get out ya
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With sweepers, Lil' Free a sneak ya
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Splash ya, put 3 strikes on ya like Adidas
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Ya causin blood on my sneakers
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Squeeze with ease, shot sound like four speakers
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Affiliated with Streetsweapers
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That's why they get sprayed in the night with red beamers
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Get laid in broad daylight, ya fools don't want it
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Click all you, run up on you
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Rob pools, on they floor, jewels, gun on you
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Grimy when I want to, no tellin what I'm gon do
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What ya niggas wanna do? Throw shots at ya Mom too
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Can't beat me, call me, ya faggots disappoint me
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Throwin shots at ya head, back frontin for me
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Shootin for my block away, I'm blazin a ack
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Ya niggas quick to but ya glock away
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Ya niggas can't rock with me, ya niggas ain't stoppin me
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Most bitches be clockin me
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Can't bag one bitch with the other chick clockin me
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[Chorus 2X]
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[ShaCronz]
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I burn the enterprise, with recognitiative
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We don't surrender to faggots
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You got to shoot me to try to injure my status
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The things you do, make a lot of these contenders the maddest
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But not me I visit cabbage, make ya render the karat
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This in the average of 8 shells, cape swells
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On these streets peak with my tape sells
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Look how we creep in eight wale
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Hoes in barrettes, scheme boatin on the coast of Java
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Bloods loke, bust guns for Dada
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I'm defensive, a lineman like "Mean" Joe Green
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Sell no dreams, hold the fort in my Polo jeans
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Blow cream, blow steam, I make hoes scream
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In front of the stage, I watch the hoes fiend
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I want the bread, fuck the law
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Hustle with guns, gotta cut the raw
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The devil my one, pedal touchin the four
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Dudes fumble when I come, my metals bustin for war
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We never settle the score, devils watchin ya door, what?
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[Chorus to fade]
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Come One, Come All
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| Popa Wu |
