Yeppa Yeppa homeboys
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That's the nigga Low-G
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Puttin' it down for the nina eight
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We givin' prop, what we did this week
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So don't trip, if we forgot your click
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I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town
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Come around fuck 'em down with my underground
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Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P.
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But my hina' hollerin' release me
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Prime time like shines on the high mimes
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Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
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Another fool puttin' down the truth,
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You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof
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Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better
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If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her
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The wanderer, hill wood hustler,
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Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town
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Is you hoes really ready for the take down?
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Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,
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Make your whole click catch the Greyhound
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Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,
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Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy,
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We, put the streets on beats
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Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated,
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Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,
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We, put the streets on beats
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Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right
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Act a fool when I one two check the mic
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Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac
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I jump in this shit and there's no way back
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Creep the seven seven Seville convertible
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My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front
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Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt
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I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
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Got a dopehouse in seven locations
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Professional, but don't test my testicles
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On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo
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Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic
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Believe in myself, no one else saw my magic
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Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild
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Put the street on beats, who trippin' now?
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Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,
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Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G,
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We, put the streets on beats
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DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,
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20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed,
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We, put the streets on beats
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I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national
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It's understandable, not to mention
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what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'
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Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'
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It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
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Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD
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See mo' pussy-cat than tweety!
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On the underground nation, layin' foundation
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The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'
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Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms
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Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum
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Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
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Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'
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Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D
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K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany,
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We, put the streets on beats
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Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,
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Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill
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Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C.,
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We, put the streets on beats
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Streets On Beats
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