*featuring Maje$Ty
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[Bizzy]
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Yeah, this for all you non-believers
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Especially out in the C-O
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Man, fuck y'all niggas
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Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
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You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) [x2]
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[Maje$ty]
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7 Sign...
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[Bizzy]
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I put who got you, too, who shot you
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Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
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Look who got you, too, who shot you
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Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
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Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up
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Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out
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Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7
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What am I yellin'? Murderer
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Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you
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(Muthafucka, don't play me) play me
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Nigga, not today
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I see you but you can't see me
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I know with all of government and
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Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)
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[Maje$ty]
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Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn
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Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones
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The roots exploited clones; therefore
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It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit
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Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections
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It's magnified to new levels of elevation
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[Bizzy]
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Seven sign, seven, seven sign
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Seven, seventh sign seal
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Yeah, now y'all know, yeah
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Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
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you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes)
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[Bizzy]
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I put who got you, too, who shot you
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Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
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Look who got you, too, who shot you
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Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
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The Rip here to run in the street
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And flippin' on police, yeah they know me
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I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears
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And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie
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All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa?
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Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it
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And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes
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I'm ready to die
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And I hope my mama really loves me
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'Cause daddy's bye-bye
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Inner pride with the Ripsta
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Let 'em hit ya with the scripture
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Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of
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[Maje$ty]
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Three sixty-five out of all the round trees
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They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies
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Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze
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And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back
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Sacks only in dress pants
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have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?
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I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh
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Sell a dream to 'em
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Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash
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My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected
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Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole
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Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime
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It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business
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Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes
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Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?
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Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili
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Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook
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So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it
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I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless
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Word sound 'til I'm foamin'
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Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'
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Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans
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More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles
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And promotions make me more potent
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Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind
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Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind
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Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame
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The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain
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[Bizzy talking]
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I'm a let a nigga know
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You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat
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I gives a fuck about no nigga
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Don't be no (corvie) - ass nigga
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I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip
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Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind)
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Where's the mob?
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Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job
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Is you ready for jail?
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Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob
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We can spar, but you gon' drop (drop)
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I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop
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Better look out for miles, been doomed since I womb
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Will he put m |