Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
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And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
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To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
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For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
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For young lords livin like old time kings
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And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
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Just a lil something for ya block to sing
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Can you relate?
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Do you feel me?
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Aiight then
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Mind like the dutch
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Flow wit her backwards
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Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker Rapture
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Frature
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Cry now laugh later
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We assist and compute data
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On ya IBM
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Dime bitches I be eyein them
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Shoot me down a hundred times
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Still come up wit new rhymes
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Rec exects dont like me
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Come up with new rhymes
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See you want it and you give a push for all mankind
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Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
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And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
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To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
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For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
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For young lords livin like old time kings
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And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
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Just a lil something for ya block to sing
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Can you relate?
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Do you feel me?
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Aiight then
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Mike Tyson style
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Animal duns
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We live wild
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Too many ways to die
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We alive for now
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We cross borders
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Take the guns along with us
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Defend imfamous to the fullest
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Protect my duns that came with me
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They move with me
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Its risky
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For you to try to approach the god shiftly
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We all gorgeous
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The most fly
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The illest
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Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
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While you bearin witness
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We handelin ya chick b'ness (business)
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Thuggin out druggin out ya know the dealins
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Picture you dead and in the raw
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Flippin 2 not ready for what you and
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Moms already missin you
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Old fool from the old school
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You 36
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I been doin this since niggas sellin nicks
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Gettin head from tricks
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Takin shorts for kicks
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Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
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If she a dime baby moms
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Know we baggin' that
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Smack em with the gat
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(what) React that
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Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
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And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
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To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
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For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
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For young lords livin like old time kings
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And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
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Just a lil something for ya block to sing
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Can you relate?
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Do you feel me?
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Aiight then
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And to my fifth ward clique (how you like this)
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And to my dirty south thugs (how you like this)
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And to my westside niggas (yes you like this)
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And to my Chi-town gangstas keep thuggin it
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Connect the dots
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Merge with many a block
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My porto rock representitives blow plenty of shots
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Its love sincerely
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Even my heart
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For those that relate to this here song
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Thug of the age yo
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Have you noddin off like good dope
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And if the good then go regardless
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Finish it when you want to start shit
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Turn the body into carcus
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Handle mines regardless
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Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
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And my out of state niggas reppin NYC
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To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
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For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
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For young lords livin like old time kings
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And old timers puttin young bloods on them things
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Just a lil something for ya block to sing
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Can you relate?
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Do you feel me?
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Aiight then
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And for my midwest terrorists rock this
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For my New Orleans team they cant stop us
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And to my Little Rock clique y'all is heartless
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This for my Beantown dogs in the life is
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From Seattle to ping houses
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Unified States of America lets get it right shit
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U.S.A. (Aiiright Then)
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Mobb Deep |