[Intro]
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Yo, lets get it popping up in here yo
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Yeah, there it go
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Yeah, thats what I was lookin' for
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Ayo, check it out son
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Im'ma show these cats how we do it
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[Verse 1]
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Before we did raps, we did kidnaps
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Murders, muggings
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Cousin, what you know about thugging?
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When y'all niggas be out clubbing
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I be deep in discussion tryin'a convince my little cousin not to blood in
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keep love for the Pen, Lucky got another buck in
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Damn shame his motherfuckin' baby mother cluckin'
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She be out with some coward that ain't about shit
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Rumors say she put out quick for not even an outfit
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Nowadays everybody riding or dying
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We own this game, stop tryin'a buy in
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Frontin' like you pop iron, stop lyin'
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I'm a nigga so ill I punch Math and then drop Science
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Saigon, the man with the 2 brains and 3 hearts
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Swift enough to build with retards
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Rap epitome, academically street smart
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That aint even the deep part
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Me and my men end every fight that we start
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If I aint one of the lot of you, the stacks is unstoppable
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On as long as Macks poppable, Cracks is choppable
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If its logical, I'll bottle you, beat the shit outta you
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Go to your Wake and beat shit outta whoever says "Bye" to you
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This is what I would do, and if you was me? you'd bottle you too
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'Cause you'd hate a bitch nigga like you
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(Word to mother nigga, if you was me?
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Nigga you'd fuckin' put 1 in your brain too nigga)
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[Chorus]
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If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff
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Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)
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If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S
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Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)
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If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs
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Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs
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Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left
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You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)
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[Verse 2]
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Ayo they trapped me in this violent enviroment
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Blocks so hot, they need to fire the cops and hire some Firemen
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Thugs get forced to early retirement
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If they blaze your head, you made your bed, nigga, now lie in it
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Need to stop denying it, pressure? you aint applying it
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1 nigga get mercked, look at you on some cryin' shit
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Yeah I cry when I see my little nigga get murdered
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Not 'cause he died, but 'cause the shit looked like it hurted
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And I'm a nigga thats observant
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I seen the bullet when it first hit, his face when it first split
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And still no longer than 20 minutes later
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Im on the same block, same glock, with the same pen and paper
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You analyze an innovator
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S to the A to the I, show niggas what men are made of
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Before you see me in The Source, you'll probably see me in the paper
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for poppin' a cop or dockin' shots at a women raper
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[Chorus]
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If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff
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Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)
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If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S
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Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)
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If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs
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Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs
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Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left
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You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)
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[Verse 3]
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Ayo, you knew I'm better than you
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Front, get a few embedded in you
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Just 'cause I aint have nothing better to do
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See what this Beretta will do?
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Turn a perfectly functioning human being to a veg-et-a-ble
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We wettin' you from your head to your shoe
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Yo the only attention you gon' need now is medical dude
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And if the shotty pops you, fuckin' coroners will body box you
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Call the guy that I bought to Karate chop you
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To hell with ya crew, you be spittin' that shit thats not true
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My niggas have lived and died for this shit since Junior High School
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Funny how rappers talk out they ass but aint about shit
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So I set 'em on fire and use gas to put it out with
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They cowards, talking bout they 'bout it, but we doubt it
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The rhyme wont make you a thug, nor do fatigue outfits
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We box, nigga we plots tempers shorter than Ewoks
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Lace the Reeboks, chase you three blocks then *Gunshot noises*
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Unload 33 shots biaaaaaaatch
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| little faggot, stupid motherfuckers in the gam |
