[Fredro Starr]
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We roll a hundred niggas deep and not one of y'all got a gun
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I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run
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So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests
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I'm takin all bets, to see who will score next
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I burn you like floor sex, you just a small threat
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Wit a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks
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Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this
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I'm worthless, I'm back to sellin cracks behind the trenches
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I'ma hurt this when I work this, I'll beat you fuckin senseless
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Deep and other bitches got me swingin at the fences
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I bring it down like gravity, wit the getto mentalitee
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To rule the oddity, the official nasty on the strategy
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[Greg Valentine]
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The city never sleeps, so don't sleep on us
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I put niggas to rust, when my gun bust and plus
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You get rushed, and when the press is on, you just been checked
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You had plans on conquerin this, you need to switch up
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Get up, nigga you should of got up
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Obey my orders, cuz shit like that'll leave you shot up
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For real, it's a deadman's party, leave ya body at the door
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A loss for lechery, my introduction to the century
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And entity, is what I plan to be in the industry
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Enemies in my vicinity, get assassinated like the Kennedy
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My gats the foolproof remedy
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[Sonsee]
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It's Sonsee, black and blue, the bad news off the pocket
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Look like tacky, attack me, you get splashed
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Official nasty backwards, sue, what the fuck is rule, you dumb ass
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Trynna put shit on our name, you gonna get numb fast
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Rap in the street, to do without ya
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While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya
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Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging
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And damn, it's cloggin up, the blood he didn't smell
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The masses, disastrous, plenty closed caskets
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And asses, when I turn, we burn crews to ashes
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Niggas take the simple, so get gassed up and smashed up
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That's my word, and come wit that bullshit and that's ya ass
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[Chorus 8X]
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Getto mentalitee
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[J Mega]
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I trash niggaz who can't speak what I'm sayin
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All City, Mega bomb, I ain't playin
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Just slayin emcees, and makin niggas freeze
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And all of these lyrics for to squeeze
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Niggas please don't test me, just let me be
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Wit my City, the Nasty, Official and keepin niggas whippy
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To hit me, wit the Valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties
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I got drafted, because the fuckin Armee called me
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And it's all out war, niggas fall out
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For reasons that's now unknown, check this shit
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I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill us
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Until it's, my turn to fall, I'ma bill this
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Brick wall, to keep the crabs out of my sector
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Inject the, and now correct the J Mega
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[Panama P.I.]
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The hell wit rules, I won't leave a scratch to patch
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This is war, way worth of a grudge match
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Big P.I., low uphold a, a Universal soldier
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Chump should of listened when I told ya
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I'm ill, like fire moms you will, obtain
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Flip bombs and peal, lyrics burn like acid rain
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Holdin the gutter, buck wild, for offerin butter
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I'mma thug, I used to love the drug rubber
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Rugged and raw, pretty cuz I'm hardcore
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All Mighty then Thor, always ain't it for a faggot jaw
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So hard rocks and fillin flocks, clear the block
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My mic's a glock, I keep plenty styles in stock
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The way emcees react when I attack
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Get me away from him, he's a maniac
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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It's pure you see, I bring fame
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They call me Nigga So Much, startin to think it's my name
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Light skinned and a shame, cuz way back in the day
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They rapped my grandmother's mother's, when they was in Spain
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To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved
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But my ancestors was brave, and most of them real
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Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field
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But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots
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And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue suits
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So I'm takin recruits, and shut the fuck, it's on right
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And start a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white
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And if a nigga don't win, then we all jump in
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[Chorus to fade]
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Getto Mentalitee
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