Stupid...can't fuck with this (I know)
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Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn
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[Verse 1- Havoc]
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Yo, I love my niggas for that
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We strike back, handle business
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Test the realist, stay focused
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And keep the, enemy near us
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Niggas is careless, slippin up
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Switchin up teams, crossin over
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And gettin stuck for they cream
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Frontin like they skills, it superb
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Got the nerve, to get knocked the
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Fuck out, then kicked to the curb
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Thats for you and your whole click
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You roll thick, more the better, so like
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A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on
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Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off
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You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in
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Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian
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Ass having, talking 'bout it, being 'bout it
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You ain't been doin it, so don't start
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Matter fact, keep it moving
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When it's on, accumulate like cancer cells
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With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead
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Son he can't tell, like a Viking, we strikin
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Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags
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Son we want to visualize picture, analyze
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Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest
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State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind
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Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy
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Didn't even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery
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No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib
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Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck
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Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path
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Thats bad luck, Everyone has a destiny, so we destine
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To make the best outta life, crime connection
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[Verse 2- Prodigy]
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Yo, I send shots to any man who come to close
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Niggas get fold like a letter, and shipped across coast
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Who goes, to go against my militant crime militia
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Like these street niggas sending missiles to hit ya
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Up from the ground up son, you get the picture
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If not write it down, take a picture
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Botanical exotic shit, keep me lifted, somethin retarded
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Fuckin up my high, beefin don't get me started
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Too late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the fuck out anybody
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With you, and anybody that grab me,
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Move back we attack like pits locked in basements
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Hungry for blood, deranged this, craziest
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Type a shit ya ever seen in your life
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Nigga bled to death, standin up, holdin his life
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Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss
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Found layin in a pool of the shit, his own fault
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It's P the exulted from NYC, you get extremely, cut the fuck up
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By scarlee to can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time
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And get up close and personal in front of ya eyes
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See me dipped in down-low, ready for action, crept slow
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Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock, put a hold on your assets
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And dug your pop, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippin
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This animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle
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At night on Expedition, I got a jones for that life shit,
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Survivors of block wars and crime niggas, know what I talk
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In a black Tahoe, throw it in forlo, and blow the scene dancin'
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Doin about a 100 all the way to Queens
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[Verse 3- Cormega]
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It seems, like gettin ahead, lead being dead or in the feds
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I kept a glock in my shoe box under my bed
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And had dreams to bag Ki's and fill duffel bags with madd G's
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Parle in a condo with a warm breeze and palm trees
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My projects is like a fuckin Vietnam scene
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And my team be reppin, settin with shit that'll rip through vests
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Flexin' Diamantes, when it's on I'll regulate shit the calm way
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Yo Iam smooth like a drop top benz with fat rims
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I made moves, in war gear and black tims
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And layed low, cause I was tryin to stay paid yo
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Pumpin minerals to criminals called Yae-yo
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The drug blocks, full of unseen riches and snitches
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Guns blast and cops flashin pictures,
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Son askin, can he get a package
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And took a loss when the new task force snatched him
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9's and Tec's, my hollow-heads outlined your vests
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My only fear 25 years and death.
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Ill minds connection, crime connection
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Never bring beef in my direction, kid
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Cormega and Mobb Deep supply your section
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With the infamous realness, don't try to test this
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