{*unknown voice does a 22 second intro*}
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[Noreaga]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's
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Now they stuck with them handguns
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I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
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I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most
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I'm kinda illy with the hands, but I'm iller with toast
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My guns go pow, so how you like me now?
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Been in your hood, niggaz ain't that gangsta
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Yeah y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or not?
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Or we can go to Iraq on M.U. block
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I have my pitbulls tear you up
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I have my lil' homies in the hood, come and just, scare you up
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You don't - be in the hood, you a weak-ass clown
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And when you come through, you have your niggaz holdin you down
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And when - I hold heat I just hold it for delf
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Why ask a - nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
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I keep my gun by my dick so I can touch myself
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[Chorus]
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It go guns in the air, guns in the air
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Us Thugged Out niggaz keep our guns in the air
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Guns in the air, guns in the air
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Us M.U. niggaz keep our guns in the air, what?
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[N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog
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[N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog
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Aiyyo guns in the air, guns in the air
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Us grimy-ass niggaz keep our guns in the air, what?
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[Noreaga]
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Yo, I keep chapped lips, I smoke (?) blunts
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I used to shop in Albee Square..
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but now I shop in Queens, I tell my niggaz I'll be here
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On M.U. block yo cause I don't care
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With my nigga Mike (?) blow 'dro through the sunroof
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Jeckyll'n'Hyde and purple haze
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And I still be in Brooklyn, and party with Maze
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I got a ghetto pass, yo and still I let the metal blast
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Click click click, niggaz is assed
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We Thugged Out, them niggaz that'll steal your stash
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If you a bitch, yo we niggaz that'll slap your ass
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Whattup cliqua? We can be lah, M-A
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And stab these niggaz up, no problem-a
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And leave 'em leaked out, stab him in his ass have a cheek out
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Have 'em trapped in the room, can't sneak out
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With a sign on the door, that say keep out
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[Chorus] w/ minor variations
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[Noreaga]
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Yo.. I made a song about "Hed" and now bitches love me
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They knowin they can give me head but they can't fuck me
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I ran trains for Nino, even my old C.O.
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I even ran trains with my A&R Gino
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Sometimes, I drink Smirnoff without no juice
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And I'ma ride for my niggaz, Baby D and Dukes
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Thugged Out and M.U., we just tripled our troops
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We added more niggaz, and gave 'em gats and boots
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And for the niggaz that bend down get minks and goose
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See me, I'm not greedy, not at all
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Hit me at the office, yo 2-1-2, 5-6-3, 8-4-8-4
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So why y'all niggaz gon' wait for, runnin out of state for?
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Money faulty, why you wanna cop an eight for?
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Been through, too much drama and too much war
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Hurryin, for so long, now it's time to score, it go
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[Chorus] w/ minor variations
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[Noreaga]
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Gangsta.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what?
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We just gangstaz.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what?
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Has been nigga..
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{*unknown voice from intro does outro*}
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Gunz In Da Air
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Capone -N- Noreaga |