[CHORUS: Kuniva]
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Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
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and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
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You got your hood on lock say...
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If its crime on your block say...
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[VERSE 1: Proof]
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I put men on canvas
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Have they ass' off the street Cancerous
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We call that the "Hammer Dancers"
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Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us
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'cause we lead dump and head-hunters
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Borough of every hood, In this crime life...
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My name painted on the block or this limelight
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A G aint' nuthin' but a letter, you can hang man
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and these gang-wars, thoughout the gang-lands
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Got no problem for hurtin' the Church
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My model was murkin' 'em first,
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when they said they servin they're turf
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With no sea-food, make 'em see-through
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I'm into slappin' niggaz, next nigga...
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[VERSE 2: Swifty]
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....Me Too
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My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me,
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I send more red dot's than pastries,
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When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one,
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It aint no settlin' beef, im destined to come...
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To any hood, it aint no justice, you wishin' it was...
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This crime life got me stealin' your goods
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I'm a mental patient, on my way to the central station,
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ain't no wasting time... and i sure i facing time
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Breaker-1-9, the cops be swarming
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on they walkie talkies, tryin' to block me with a warnin'
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I'ma dissapear like Spawn, and be gone
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to the other side of the country, by the morning...
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[CHORUS: Kuniva]
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Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
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and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
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You got your hood on lock say...
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If its crime on your block say...
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[VERSE 3: Kon Artis]
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Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold,
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Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strong
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My brother told me "lil' homie dont get this wrong...
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If i get locked make sure you keep the dough flowin
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The spots owein', no slowin', get your grind on"
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I said for sure, and now you know i got the hood slowed,
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"My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe"
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by the time they figure out i'll be dead and gone
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[Verse 4: Kuniva]
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Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride
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You can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side
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And the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here,
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We head-hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear,
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Takin' notes, but always give it to a person in need,
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Of a serious chin-checkin' that occurin the deed,
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to get our point across, clearly aint no miss-understanding,
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now there's nothing you can do to keep these missles from landin'
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When the hooligans come out you should be runnin' for cover
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By the time you recoved from the hit, then here comes anotha
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And you know our presence is felt, like Christmas eve
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Make an example out of you, for her and his to see...
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[VERSE 5: Bizarre]
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Jumped in your car window, you and your boys get out
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AK... Tech Nine... Shots rang out...
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It's christmas time, my kid needs some toys,
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Thats why i'm in the Mini-van, with two of my boys
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The King, Nigga i'm a don....
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Detroit...Where niggaz snatch cartneys and alcazon...
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I'm drunk as fuck, go on lock me out
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...and when i wake up, i'll be at your house chokin' you out.
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I'm so fucking, out of my mind
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I'm moving the east swines with 2 and a half lines
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Street wars, my niggaz ready to fight
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Guns, pipes, we ready tonight!
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[CHORUS: Kuniva]
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Now when you reppin' in these streets say it..
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and If you' handlin' your beef say it..
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You got your hood on lock say...
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If its crime on your block say...
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Throw It Up
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| D-12 |
