[Intro: ShaCronz]
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Yo, what's up?
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The fuck is the deal?
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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ShaCronz, the high Juan
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With my affiliates, U.K.
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All day, and y'all fucked up now
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What? What? Yo, yo..
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[Chorus 2X: ShaCronz]
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When the sundown
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Clear the court, I got my guns now
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All y'all tough niggaz run now
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[I Born]
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Eh yo.. it's the I, mic murder first degree
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No doubt no pressure, where beef? First that's Free
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Had a punk pay the certain seed
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BT's had me on freeze, where they wear sheets
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On concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreat
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On reach, peace, where the each is own
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It's in eats in homes, thief will fly
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Beast with chrome, top rated, Billy plated
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Shaded, throw it up nigga, run it, give it up nigga
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Trigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblin
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Cannon of the mobster, that phantom that got ya
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Set up, chop they necks, sword'll keep they head up
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Them vexed where its freedom, in death get yo head up
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[Freemurder]
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Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore back
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Why you tellin me and I already know that?
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Fast frame dude like Kodak
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Showin 'em, where the coke at
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Pump wiz who's nose that blow crack
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Got up and got the dough back
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See no plaques, niggaz see the 16's and hold that
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Flip C.R.E.A.M. and blow that, flip trees and blow that
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Lil' Free squeeze with ease and you know that
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Jet Black]
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I'm on some new shit, click do hits to keep the crew rich
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Fly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whips
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Chicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotized
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Illegal enterprise, playin pies, only my click'll rise
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To the top of New York with Cronz poppin the cork
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On the Don, mob got it locked in the fort
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Cops I extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard?)
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I move crack to Stat', loop my troup to shoot back
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Chicks say "who dat?", fly Don ya got ya eyes on
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Ty-Jigs, ShaCronz, spray it like dry lawn
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Claracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzo
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Married to the mob, my broad carry a uz-o
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Hoes in Parasuco's, dough long like my new pole
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True cold lows, froze with bloody loopholes
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Blow mackin noodles, pop the mack double uno
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Toss like Hugo, floss numero uno
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[ShaCronz]
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Yo, what's up now? Niggaz ain't got y'all guns now
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Y'all don't seem so tough now
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Cronz spit, y'all nerds fuck with the wrong click
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Pack long shit, liquor and C.R.E.A.M., check out my team
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Hilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this bitch in the seam
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Ass show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of Lincoln Mabby's
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In front of nail salons, cats hail the Don
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I fuck bitches pale, blonde, frail or long
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My comrades get hailed and showned
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Bailbond, nice Royce, course, hail storms
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Trash dances instead of jungle weed
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In the jungle we, bubble keys
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In the bubble jeep, S3, team all plunky with ease
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We on some snake shit, hungry to squeeze
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You don't need no gun and cheese
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[Chorus 4X]
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[Outro: ShaCronz]
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What? All y'all faggot motherfuckers
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Ha, shit is real in the battlefield
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What? U.K., 10th Chamber
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For real, ShaCronz, Billy Box
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Ty-Jigs, the emperor
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Lil' Free, F-R-double E
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The Gods, same thang
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How we movin? (U.K.)
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U.K., U.K., U.K.
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Sundown
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| Popa Wu |
