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featuring K. Born, Ras Kass
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Intro:
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Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.
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Blew the video. Ras Kass
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Organized rhymes, nigga
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Listen
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Verse 1: Ras Kass
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I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core
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Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat.
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If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy
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Groupies get the bozack
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Snake niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crack
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Shit lowjack and you know that
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I ain't never bout wit down nigga
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Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama
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Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas
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You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies
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MC's live like catterpilla (pilla)
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Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin get paid
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Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers
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for three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's
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Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew
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Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick ass
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and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer
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Some say my attitude is fucked up and real crummy
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since I come from the state where it's always sunny
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Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:
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No child, I work hoes for the money
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Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:
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So many days, so many nights.
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So many mics blown.
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So many ways to die, so many strive.
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So many days, so many nights.
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So many mics blown.
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So many ways to die, so many try.
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Verse 2: K. Born
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How you do that there ?
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Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please
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Fuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis
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I got my front and my back, like prevysesis
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So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated
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I ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipated
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My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends
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And I'm still on critically,
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the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically
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So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't fuckin wit me (true)
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I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company
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Once before the icore. Switch my soft war
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Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast
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Fuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit gees
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Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)
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You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution
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Yo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston
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You feel me ? I do shit
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Pussy
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Chorus repeated once
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So Many Days
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The Union |