(Feat. Bumpy Knuckles)
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Take soft white and turn it into tan hard
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That shit is chemistry, at least a form of science
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I was raised by the wolves but the dogs my alliance
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My hood used to call me "Papi Shoot-a-lot"
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Cause all I really did was sell coke and just shoot a lot
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Increase the crime rate every time I drop a new tape in the Tri-State
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My stick Pyrex
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Niggas getting shot up and locked up for directs
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Hand-to-hand, that was something I enjoyed to do
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I told my workers nine-to-five I'm employing you
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You could do the nine-to-five or the ten-to-six
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I'm twenty five-eight, holmes, that's my shift
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Them niggas out of bounds like a referee
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I'm a chef with the coke, no recipe
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I could show you to your grave, that's your destiny
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So these so-called shooters don't mess with me
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This is hip-hop, this is how it's supposed to sound
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Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
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Nah, you can't dougie to this
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You could only get high and get gully to this
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Yea, this is hip-hop, this is how it's supposed to sound
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Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
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Nah, you can't dougie to this
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You could only get high and get gully to this
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See, I'm a bodybuilder with the fly shit I spit
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Change my whole sculpture, Rosay wine exquisite
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N.O.R.E.'s a hurricane, cold like a blizzard
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Sodom, Gomorrah, Expedition Ford Explorer
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Cover me, lay low
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This help when we play God
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Cocaine on steroids, call the shit A-Rod
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New York play yard, painting like Picasso
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This shit colossal, spit like Soppo
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Catch me in a Tahoe, G-Shock rubber watch
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Newport smoker, Googoun drinker
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Fuck your vest, nigga, cause I'm aiming for your thinker
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What up to all my niggas hand-to-hand in the morning
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Doing it, yeah, and got it locked like a vice grip
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What up to all my niggas that's scrambling on the night shift
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The night life with the right white
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White tops got colors like Mike & Ikes
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This is hip-hop, this is how it's supposed to sound
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Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
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Nah, you can't dougie to this
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You could only get high and get gully to this
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Yea, this is hip-hop, this is how it's supposed to sound
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Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
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Nah, you can't dougie to this
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You could only get high and get gully to this
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Talk stupid out your ass, I'll blast
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No cash, free throwing, Steve Nash
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So fast, see blowing
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Bitch nigga, you scared, Deebowing
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That bum don't stop, he keep going
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Leave you dead in your birthday suit
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From downstairs I shoot through the roof
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Bada bing, through the California King
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Put the money on the table
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It's mine, nigga, you boxed in
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Freddie Foxxx and Noreaga, the locked-in
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Goons on the Voltron, turning the volts on
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45 Colts on, military coats on
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Hip-hop general, 38 snub by the genitals
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That's spitting, no casing, defacing
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Got green like Boston
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You retain Ben Rothman
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Once I leave you in the coffin, shot
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This is hip-hop, this is how it's supposed to sound
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Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
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Nah, you can't dougie to this
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You could only get high and get gully to this
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Yea, this is hip-hop, this is how it's supposed to sound
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Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
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Nah, you can't dougie to this
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You could only get high and get gully to this
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M-m-motherfuckaz act like they hate it but motherfuckaz love it
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M-m-motherfuckaz act like they hate it but motherfuckaz love it
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M-m-motherfuckaz act like they hate it
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M-m-motherfuckaz act like they hate it but motherfuckaz love it
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Thiz Iz Hip Hop
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| N.O.R.E. |
