(feat. 11/29, Redman)
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[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
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Aiyyo everybody hands up
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Run yo' bling bling, nigga boy stand up
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It's E-Dub, whassup?
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Yeah I'm bouncin, large amounts of cash we countin
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That stand tall like mountains
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To bring the drama, it takes a second man (that's it)
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One wrong move, "Bring the Pain" like Method Man
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It's your boy
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Damnit, it's the Bandit, new Hummer in transit
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Twenty-seven inches come standard (YO!)
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This my people, whether drivin the Benz, the Pinto
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Or the Regal, the Range Rover, the Beatle (uh)
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I'm in New York now but I represent the SWATS of A-Town
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When I touch down amid grounds
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Me and L-Dub and Redman, that's it mo'fuckah
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You heard what I said man, that's real (what the deal)
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It's E-Dub, pronounce it right
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Eyes green like Kryptonite, so good night!
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[Chorus:]
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What y'all want? Y'all want this?
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We give it to ya, we future thugs
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We up in yo' crib like, we up in yo' club like
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We up in yo' hood like, we future thugs
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[Verse 2: 11/29]
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Where niggaz be thinkin the, Cadillac's on 23's
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Bitch bring with the DVD's, old school bucket seats
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South Memphis to College P, Decatur to N.Y.C.
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Top droppin that Benz 'til it, came with the leather seat
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Back up off my whip or I jump out and cause a tragedy
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St. Louis to Florida, from N.Y. to Tennessee
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Them boys ride 20's, them niggaz from the hay
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Them boys flickin Bentleys, Benz, Lex and Escalades
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Them boys ride clean, twist and turnin in yo' face
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With that chameleon paint, fresh as {? }
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I pull up in a fo'-fo'-two with E-Dub
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With a convertible top on the Chevy, we like what
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Def Squad in this piece, you want it we give it to ya
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You don't want no trouble with me, I might do ya
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And tear the club up with E-Dub and that nigga [bang]
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Better respect my gangsta I stay with two Rugers
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Redman]
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Yo, I ain't a thug but I do thug things nigga so hold me down
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Forty round, caliber spitter, that's how the shorty crown
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Run with gordy hounds for 40 miles then ignore me now
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Duck +Motowns+ than Barry Gordy found, sorry clown!
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Super future thug, 12 shoe shoot you through the rug
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James Bond, watch on my arm, tellin me who to truck
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My God's my gun, don't need him since cerebreal cock
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Beat him size ammo three to five mammal we the Gods
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That'll shit on your turf, that'll get in your skirt
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I heard Alicia, so my dick give what a woman is worth
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I make them niggaz blow... then hide 'em inside 'em
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My noggin is strange when them dogs is ridin
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Cause I'm a, cheap fucker, street usher, eat supper with
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Pack of wolves that act a fool, blood on they upper lip
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Need a nigga, I'm that nigga to call, nigga to draw
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Chainsaws to the brawl, cuttin ya ligaments off
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[Chorus]
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Future Thug
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Erick Sermon |