(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin son
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Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know?
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But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing)
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[Iman T.H.U.G.]
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Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin, rappers get done in
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I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning
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All feelings though, we all grow wit this ?buckle?
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I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle
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Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that
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25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback
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Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack
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We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back
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And keep this world high, yearly raw supply
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These fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside
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Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye
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It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure
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Recognize it's Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga
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Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last forever
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Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers
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Butter leathers, check it yo yo yo
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Chorus 2x
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I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
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I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
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2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
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Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
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[Noreaga]
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I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me
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Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me
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CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
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Now it's Nore now in the fuckin driver's seat
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Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
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Iraq embassy need a straitjacket
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Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas'll fear this
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Turn my shit down everytime they hear it
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P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me
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Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me
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My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedos
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While all y'all niggas free-load, reload
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Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
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Dusk till dawn Art of War
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Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for
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Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick raw
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The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe
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Kick doors in, snake four-fours in
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Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV's inside Suburban
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Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinky
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Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky
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Network like the internet, wit Henny wet
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Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be next
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Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shit
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I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me
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Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me
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CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
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Now it's Nore now in the fuckin driver's seat
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We overdose this, high class wit one E-Class
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Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue
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Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion two
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Know how we do out here hoe, a two for square
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Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low
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Plus she feelin my style, Too Hot like Coolio
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Plus her cooty though, bangin just like the studio
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>From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good
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>From hood to hood, regulate like a thug should
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Yo we in too deep, losin sleep and can't call it
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The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it
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Even people I was loyal wit, give my life to
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Be the first who turn around and try to spike
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Now they don't like you, sendin ten dogs to bite you
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[Iman T.H.U.G.] (Busta Rhymes)
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I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit me
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(We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
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(CUT YA HAND OFF!! Fuck) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
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(WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT)
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(We keeps it real wit niggas who keep it real wit us)
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I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
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(Fuck, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
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2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!)
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Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT!)
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Driver's Seat
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Capone -N- Noreaga |