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Intro/Chorus:
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Let all the live niggas in
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Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
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We came to rock and shock the house
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Turn it out and out and out
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Aiyo, the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
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but I'ma do this ripper dipple, it's your mentals is what I'm into
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(FOR THE MONEY!!!) It's essential, and I got ta have it
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A verb addict without an author, with the verbals, we hurt em
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(WHO?!?)ever try to defy these guys they (FRY!!!)
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and they skillet, to all that shit you say you do (KI-KILL IT!!!)
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You yappin ???????????????????????? urkin me and back slappin
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You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (GUESS WHAT?!?!)
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It's here and there, we're the core (THE CENTRE!!!)
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And if Tommy gets live once more, we're back on his agenda
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And for y'all hopeful niggas, tryin ta be contenders
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(IT'S A STORM!!!) And we come down like goose coats in the winter
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Chorus
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Yeeeeaaaah
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Ain't no slackin in my action, I put my back in
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beatin tracks in, official now cold smash and jaw tappin
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(YO WHAT HAPPENED?!?!) Nuttin, just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
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Cos niggas be packin pretty brand new pistols just for fashion
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Cos a fraction be actin frontin, makin Jacksons off of satin
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But there better be no procrastin with the axe when you're blastin
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Cos when you're maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
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(SO!!!) Get the gats, forget the backs and like there's no compassion
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Keep ya heat cos nowadays these streets is cold as the Alaskan
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Plus my brain sparks and, my hat in Staten stay phattin
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Chorus
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Give me the shotty, let me liven up the party
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I like to start trouble, cos I'ma little rowdy
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And with just three MC's that like to fight
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Even when we start the shit we always end it right
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SO FOR ALLA Y'ALL, frontin's bad for ya health
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Cos in the '9-fever, army goin for self
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Kids is true for a cause and it's these fucked up conditions that
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we all hate, well fuck it if it's our fate
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Just listen up, to what I say
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cos niggas get shot daily, everyday
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Even my man got killed, now his family's mournin
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but from all the dirt he did I know that, hell is callin
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Went to his wake and shit got held up
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by niggas with masks on their face, I couldn't escape, I was fucked
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They said "Everybody in here, up against the wall
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That dead nigga owe me money so I'm collectin from y'all"
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The people gave him struggle, five minutes went fast
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When I said "I ain't givin y'all niggas shit, I'ma just have to get
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plastered"
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>From the centre of my life, a full-fleshed thief and I'm the truth
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That's why we always have proof
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Chorus
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Yeah we do it like this and we do it like that
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Who's in regulation? Watch your back and pack a gat
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Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in your sheet
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Cos goin out is what it's all about
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ONYX!!! LIVE!!!
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ONYX!!! LIVE!!!
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ONYX!!! LIVE!!!
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Live!!!
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Onyx |