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featuring Treach (Naughty By Nature)
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Intro: Treach
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It's Time to throw your dubs up
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Time to tear da fuckin' clubs up
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Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
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For all you niggaz who ain't heard me yet
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WE RIDE! Chronic 2000. Still Smokin' Baby.
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Verse 1: VK
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Release the funkiness out of that chain
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Let's see who remain
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Let's see who got the mack with the irreputable indisputable brain,
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well unquestionably it's VK
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Holler Mayday, I'm comin' out to play, la la na na
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yo, years wit' papi cause I knew what I could do
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It's that, take the microphone and hold my own
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against any crew cuz, All I live to do is this
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Flex my plex and release cres and layed back with the sticky buddhists
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Partna it don't even make no sense to be percise
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Atomic lyrics hittin' ya boots makin' your fingaz drop the mic
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Handle your buisness,
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who's da first eye to eye witness or view the pain on the brain
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And plus get put on my shit list
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I'm takin' bolders, slashin' 'em
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Don't forget about your wrists, I'm takin 'em pullin you
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Like you was a Bitch
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Huh, My shit is addictive like that sticky green chronic
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Had you lookin' up in the sky, thinkin' you bionic
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Hook: Treach
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It's time to throw your dubs up
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Westside...
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It's time to tear da fuckin' clubs up
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That's Right...
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Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
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Eastside...
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For all ya'll niggaz who ain't heard me yet
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He's right...
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Verse 2: Treach
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Okay, Black ??Dime Blaze??, the new millenium
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I got a dick to smack a bitch and make her Kitty cum
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Fuck wit Dimes, plus I trickle wit' the ghetto nickles
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Fuck 5-0, I got a land with air-stolen missles
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Death Row, and you thought this shit was shut Down
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Fuck you , you might see me, 'Pac and Suge
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buying weed from a chronic spot uptown
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Cuz niggaz ain't dead, they fed, rollin' wit Jersey 30,000
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Prophet niggaz is wildin'
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Cuz we da niggaz dat'll jack yo ass, smack yo ass
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take all yo ass's caps and cap yo ass
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You started fuckin' wit da beast from the east
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??Baz?? from the west, ???? from the south, and nothin' less from the midwest
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Like Next I'm too close on two coasts,
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Numero uno, it's khujo, bitch you know
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On the side that'll snatch a snitch, Catch yo Bitch
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Wrap a kix, Then smack yo rick
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Hook: (2 times)
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Verse 3: VK
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Why try, I came to get a glimpse of yo whole clan off
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But for yo rapidness, so woman to man, it stands off
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I want the cultural girl for you but the zhory stacks ran off
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Ima make the world see what I already saw
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Me gaze switchin' the gang now I be a legit baller
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We could go straight up or we could switch it to sesaw
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I spray gats, so no love, with the power to sure improve
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You pray for my destruction, I execute the plan that you used
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I don't care who you send, no one is equivelent
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I took your shit now you look annerexic on thin thin
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Death Row ain't finished
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So now you must be the antiwitness
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leaft diminishin'
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come up on a hustler
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climbin' ya
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rippin' ya by ya juggler, disconect yo mainframe
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and disrespect ya like I punted ya
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Mad atcha, unleash your ??disbecatin'?? death row gat atcha
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Livin' wit the Sai, its the one that's gonna get back at ya
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Hook: 2x
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Hook: 2x
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Chronic 2000
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