First Verse (Gangsta Blac):
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No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up
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And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut
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No more of my time to waste
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No more pre-judgin' my face
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Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased
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They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better someday
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Cuz we can't hack what they scratchin' to buildin' cars in our face
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You had your chance to be real, instead you mappin' out your death
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No more of heedin' nobody cuz we can do it ourself
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Cuz it's ???, or try to camoflauge me
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Like I ain't seein' shit clear, cuz clearly shit gone see "B"
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No more of fakin' devotion when soldiers turnin' it out
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My congregation is caught up in bein' real, no doubt
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I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down
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Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now
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To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more
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What's in store?
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Me and my onlys make it known it's no more
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NIGGA!!!!!!
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[talking by Blac & Fly]
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Second Verse (Gangsta Blac & Playa Fly):
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(Gangsta Blac)
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No more of stressin' me out, no more of this and the other
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No more of upside-down smiles, to cut by you suckas
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No more of smokin' your weed, no more of jonesin' for that
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Instead I'm grillin' you villains like they gone keep up the laggin'
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No more attackin' my pride, never again hold it in
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I buck it once 'fore I duck, trick will get stuck to the vent
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No more of thinkin' my talents gone be insured for a mil
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Cuz if it was, my cuz, came up and do it foreal
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No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch
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Cuz she ain't shit from the start, just keep her slick with the dick
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No more of hard-head grindin' that shit round the trunk
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Too used to gettin' what I want, so I'm gone keep this shit blunt
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No more of layin' in the road, for you to walk over mud
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And disrespectin' big Chug, and weigh you lazy in mud
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Keep it away from me please, no suckas stoppin' E-ski
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And we ain't takin' no more, so Fly you tell 'em the D
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NIGGA!!!!!!!!!
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(Playa Fly)
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Flizy just can't take no more
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Overboard I'm bout to go
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Funk and drank and dank you under the table like I did before
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Seven, nine of ninety-eight
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Playa Fly gone hit'cha straight
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With somethin' you don't wanna feel the funk so you ain't gotta wait
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Trait like I'm flaugin' cuz I'm mobbin' over broken hearts
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Movin' all my mini-Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts
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How you gonna stop us now? With all this, Funkytown we bound
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S.P.V. I'm bound, until I die then Playa Flizy down
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First the A and four and one
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Who's the one be wantin' some?
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Not the suckas stink, but get'cha straight when all their body numb
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Can't compact the garbage that you start producin' orally
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I roll my windows tightly 'fore it really start annoyin' me
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As much as I'm enjoyin' this, and ALL the weak B.S. you spit
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My windows already rolled, so you know this dizays overwith
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So hit the horn, keep goin' man
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Blac & Flizy in demand
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No more Flizy can stand
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So smashin' power like a windows man
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NIGGA!!!!!!!
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No More (featuring Playa Fly)
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Gangsta Blac |