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[Featuring Sean Black]
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Intro:
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Cause we gonna do it like this nigga (for 9 6). My motherfuckin' team
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representin' nigga. Fuck y'all niggas talkin' about? Where A&D clique
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at
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youknowhatI'msayin'? We gonna do it Carlito's way.
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"Nigga Fuck that" Buckshot 'Black Moon'
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Verse 1:
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Flippin' it over like the Illmatic one this rap addict
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Sean Black be a freestyle fanatic
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Sippin' Nas and all that plus I be
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One of America's most B.
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L.the U.N.T.E.D. blunted forever
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Styles change up like the weather
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Rugged like a Norface my flow is smoother then your leather so
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Open it up son it's too gettin' hot
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Matter of fact take it off your back before you get shot
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My crew is strapped down ready to go to war and you don't need it
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(so just chill sit back) Spark up an L and get weeded while I prodeed
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Internationally to make your brains bleed
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(You ain't really got no flavor) plus your girl brill is keyed
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Don't ask me why I'm always flippin' on these wack rappers
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Cause they fake thug niggas wanna-be gat clappers
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Talkin' about this and that but always on beats
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Cause all that gangsta shit is dead nigga let's take it to the streets
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Yo if you real keep it real and if you fake burn a roada (why?)
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Cause the niggas I'm runnin' with will attack you from your throat up
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Hook:
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"Whatever I see I attack"-Buckshot (x4)
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"Get off my back nigga fuck dat"-Buckshot
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Verse 2:
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A-yo check one two for the murderous gun crew
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Three four is for the raw lyrical I got in store
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For them next niggas frontin' like they ill but chill
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Actin' like they bunch of criminals cause they pack steal
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But that's aiight niggas do what they gotta do to get the cream
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(Step to the wrong team)
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And all your cash thoughts will be a dream
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N'awmean? Cause you insist of gettin' me vex
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Fuck it my rhymes is maxed now who's next to show techs on the el
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Your crew is weak and they rhymes sound infected
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Tryin'to get a car track get your whole fam rejected
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It's the black attack trying to get cash like John Gotti
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Still gettin' my loot and lettin' my lyrics catch the body
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So when nothin' change everything remains the same
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The nigga that's known for puttin' S.O.P. stickers all over the train
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(What? Rewind that back)
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And let me flip this track
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Cause yo whatever I see I attack nigga
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Hook
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Fuk Dat
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DJ Honda |