Double I, Double I (X4)
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[Fam]
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Huh yeah, huh
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This is all live, and all real
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Niggaz can't understand it
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I don't know why they can't comprehend
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Heh-heh, heh-heh
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[Diesel (Fam)- {Both}]
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I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of style
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Meanwhile flip a freestyle
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You know what I mean now?
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Cos I've been down and kept down
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Now I'm comin up
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Pack a strap for roughin up
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Don't you think of runnin up
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(This is the music, so just use it to your benefit
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Shit don't hit the Fam, my man, unless I stand in it
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(So duck) what? (your face will get bucked up huh)
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You've never been roughed up
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(But I think it's up something)
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All about income, so run your funds
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Yo, we ain't the ones
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(We are your friend with the nines)
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Cos I get slick
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(An' I get tough)
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And we get rough
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(So we gotta get) ROUGH
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(Enough's enough, save the chatter
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It don't matter
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Knocked your grill and left, Fam
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Cause I'm a grand slam batter)
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Who, when, why? What the fuck's up?
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Give it up for the rugged rough
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{And we them same guys
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That snuffed guys on the last cut}
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Chorus-X4
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Get up, stand up
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Chump, throw your hands up
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[Fam (Diesel) - {Both}]
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Guess what? (what?)
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Hard Knuckles in the house
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Swingin bolos at your heads
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Knockin teethes out your mouth
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Hey kids, what's that sound?
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Razkals got it goin
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The word's around the town
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Eat a dick, lick quick
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Like the chick, who's next to get hit
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With a pile of thick shit
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(Jump jump in), Jump jump out
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(Are you ready for the Razkals), cos we in the house
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(What?), nigga what?
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(What?), nigga what?
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(Like I told you before
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We kick a limp with our strut)
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{Don't ask why, who's that guy
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Standin in the corner wid the puffy black eye
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(Come, come around)
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Tryin to see what's goin down
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(If you wanna be found)
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Lay around (Ill Town)
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(What, wha, wha, wha, what)
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Nigga, I don't wanna talk
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Best to go for yourz
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Or have your body lined in chalk
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Chorus-X4
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[Fam (Diesel)]
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It aint' easy being greasy
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It's like greasy, that ain't easy
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?????????????????????
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When a sleazy hoe please me
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(I used to swing a thing
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Now swingin shit harder to deal with it
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Take the bass to your face
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And make sure a nigga feelin it
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(Peel it, reveal it)
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The skill, can I get ill with it?
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(Yes, you can, if you're really fuckin feelin it)
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I split your tongue with my fist
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If you swung and you missed
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Like I told you before
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My 10 knuckles don't miss
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When I'm pissed
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(Who could it be
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But the Diesel MC
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Used to try to down my style
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Now you're tryin to sound like me)
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I got the knack to rip a track
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(Just place your bat)
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Leave you with some shoulders in the ass crack, Jack
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(So you gotta), hit hard
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(Hold your door), or get scarred
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(Posse full of vic's
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Straight niggas from the jail yard)
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[Fam]
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Nigga push that shit
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Push it, push it, nigga
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Yeah, yeah
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Chorus-X4
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Get Up, Stand Up
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| Rottin Razkals |
