[Verse 1: AZ]
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I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box
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And them little grimy niggaz that live in them spots
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Venimous plots, real nine [?] glocks
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Spin with the drop
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Hammer cocks, sent you a shot
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Brooklyn motha fucka, we blend with the blocks
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Live niggaz, type to spend 10 on a watch
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Face lift it
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Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it
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Fuck shots
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Cop bottles, whole case wit it
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Street war
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Niggaz don't beef no more
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See the kill for real or don't eat no more
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Sleep no more
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Hollow tips'll eat you raw
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Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
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Lets get it on
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With the guns drawn
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Ride or die
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No whats wrong
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Gettin' shitted on
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My reply
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Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul
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Wrap up if you feel the cold
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That's real
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[Hook: Beanie Sigel]
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My' spit from my block men
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Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
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Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in
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You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
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That's real
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My spit from my street men
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All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
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Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
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Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
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That's real
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[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
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I break laws when I want to
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Jaws when I want to
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Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through
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Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you
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Two hammers
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One in my hand one in the tan room
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The General
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I could care less if there's ten of you
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I'm built for stress
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Do what few men can do
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Send a few into you
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Injured you, you injured two
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Mack 11 ya hit your Chevy
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Sent it off in his inertubes
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Mack pop the pistol well
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Cop fish scales
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Used to pop a pistol quick
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Cock that [?] shit
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Gun still on the missile tip
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Hit that main tissue shit
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Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit
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I hit you niggaz where it hurt at
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Where you little niggaz they dirt at
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Where they pump they work at
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Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here
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Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year
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That's real
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[Hook: Beanie Sigel]
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My spit from my block men
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Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
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Stick a (marriage) [?] through the gate when they locked in
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You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
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That's real
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My spit from my street men
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All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
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Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
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Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
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That's real
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[AZ]
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Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up
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Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up
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Could see it now
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Feet duck taped, arms in cuffs
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Your conscience fucked
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Pissey be on your bluff
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[Beanie Sigel]
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I roll with niggaz that'll clap you up
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Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up
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Stick a motha fuckin' sword in ya
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Make everybody on the motha fuckin' block see the broad in ya
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[AZ]
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Arm the [?]
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Niggaz need to bomb wit us
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Dawn wit us
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Bust of they chronic wit us
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Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella nigga arm your pups
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Play the game before your palms get touched (nigga)
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[Beanie Sigel]
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I (spiffin?) niggas doin' a long time
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All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line
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Keep the guards payed so they got they own line
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Hustle on the block still make they own wine
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That's real
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[Hook: Beanie Sigel x3]
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My spit from my block men
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Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
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Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in
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You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
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Tha'ts real
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My spit from my street men
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All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
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Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
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Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
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That's real
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That's Real
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AZ |