Mussolini:
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My first name call me Queens nigga remember the lies
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I keep the game sown, hit criminal ties, generals die
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Feel the takeover, seminoles rise
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Like Puffy in Harlem, I rose to stardom
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I sat down, put my lifestyle between the margins
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I like guns squeeze pardon, I keep the heat in the starter
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Yall wanna see, stash heat in the carpet
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Muss is Thugged Out wit the gat sparkin (What what what what)
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Big Pun:
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I'm like science and math Flyin past you at light speed
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My eyes on the glass, splittin that ass in to white meat
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warp speed, niggas thinking im rhyming off beats
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til i lay back on the track on all 4 feet
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Think about it, yeah I smell ya gon think ya farted
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Ya think ya fucking with the P, you must be retarted
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Call ya boys,i leave em' toe tag ya cor-de-roys
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taclking your moms at the funeral like the waterboy
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Chorus:
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Oh-No-Oh-Oh-No Uh-Oh (8x)
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JadaKiss
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Jada spit crazy new flows
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Catch me Iceberged out with the baby blue royce
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K-I-double S I, see me in the double S tight
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rippin the west side
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I got it if you want it, get sniffed and blunted
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And if I get a chick pregnant, it's a brick in her stomach
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Cause all my niggaz hold dough
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Imagine me doin' a song with yall cats oh no
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Maze:
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Ay yo the reason why niggaz say we floss to much
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???????????? say it cost to much
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In the scene wit me, bet yall niggaz lost yall touch
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And so to get it back, guess what, yall go against us
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I'mma die for my team, drop shines for my team
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Laid back, yall know the beat my glock steam
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Cats hatin', steady tryin to ruin my world
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So Maze poppin' shells like I was abusin' my girl
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Chorus:
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Capone:
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Niggaz wanna play tough, until them niggaz duct taped up
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Y'all money is placed up, yall niggaz is fake fucks
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Throwin dirt on my name, sayin' shit we took the change
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And sold cane, wit fucked up chains, and it's like
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Oh No niggaz don't really want the shit to blow put six in slow
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The same shit we do to you, do to ya hoe
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Thugged out shit Yall niggaz don't know
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Noreaga:
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Yo I got guns, and they don't walk
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Put ya brains in ya lap, and a slug to ya heart
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Every club, I'm in the crowd, it ain't nothin' to me
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Chicks wanna touch my dick, and my jewelry
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And I'mma gangsta, I don't wanna shoot no clown
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I'm on some petty shit, I'll tear ya poster down
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And when I shoot, ya niggaz know I shoot for dead
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And I don't care about ya vest, 'cause I hit yo' head
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Chorus:2x
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Noreaga:
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Throw em up yeah yeah Yall know what this is right
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Yo yall know what this is man, Yo Yo yall know what this is man
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JadaKiss, The Lox, Ruff Ryder, no doubt
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Big Pun, Terror Squad, Angie Martinez, Mussilini and Maze
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Capone Thugged Out
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Oh No (Remix)
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