Blackout Music
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[Chorus: Jim Jones]
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Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend
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Westside could you stretch then bend
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Southside could you stretch then bend
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Midwest could you stretch then bend
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N.Y.C. could you stretch then bend
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M-I-A could you stretch then bend
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A-T-L won't you stretch then bend
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St. Louis won't you stretch then bend
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[Jim Jones]
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I guess you hear that I'm a live wire (say what)
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Loose nigga and a 5 rider
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Run with the city's biggest drug dealers (DipSet)
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For you sissy rap fuck niggaz (fuck 'em)
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Yeah we pistol packin, bust niggaz (bang bang)
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Never worry 'bout the spotlight (nuh-uh)
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This star nigga keep the glock tight (that's right)
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That's for the jackers at the spotlight (watch 'em)
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To live and die in the streets of New York
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We gettin by, pumpin diesel and snort
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I'm gettin high in the seats of my Porsche
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Federales love to see me in court
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And tell the Lord I hope you keep me in thought (pray for me)
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But I'm a G, who gives a fuck what you think
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And fuck the D's, roll my weed and fill my cup full of drink
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You got some beef, then we gotta do it
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You got some ki's, show you how to move it (uh-huh)
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And four birds'll get a extra pigeon (what else)
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And that's a bird with an extra clip in
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We on the curb where my niggaz dealin
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That's how my niggaz livin
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[Chorus]
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[Jim Jones]
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So now we ballin in the major leagues
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Yellow bottles and some hazy weed (Cristal)
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Got some models with that Maybeline (so pretty)
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Fancy rides, pushin major speeds (Westside)
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Westside when we race the Beems (Eastside)
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Break laws 'til the day I leave (no doubt)
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Hardcore and a brazy G (Eastside)
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Yo pull the bar when we makin cheese (Harlem)
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"Harlem World," so "Double Up" (oh)
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And all my girls still love a thug
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A heartthrob and a wild rebel
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I park cars through the foul ghetto (so what)
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A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what)
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These golden stones have you niggaz on press
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I hold the chrome so you niggaz don't step (watch it)
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You better party, do your bend and your stretch
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And it's a promise, I ain't sendin no threats (I promise you)
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Sheeit, DipSet, the new mob niggaz
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No need to ask cause you know we on our job nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Jim Jones]
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To all my bitches wearin thick incense (hey girl)
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You know it tickles when you kiss my neck (stop that)
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Them icicles on my wrist and neck (blingin)
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Your wife wit you well don't disrespect (sup nigga)
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Could be an issue, keep yo' bitch in check (fuck that bitch)
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My thug aura make a bitch loose (uh-uh)
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It ain't a party 'til the Dips do it (bird game)
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Smokin reefer, screamin Eastside (purple)
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Loaded heaters, that's how we ride (we ride)
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All the time was my reply, I'm from the G-side (G-side)
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Checkin for hotties that's sexy in {?}
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Seven jeans and Giuseppes and Noti's, we ask at the party
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You tryin to slide let me know somethin
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Hop in the ride we can blow somethin (that purple)
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Baby no lie I give you no stuntin (no frontin)
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Duckin pictures from the paparazzi (watch the cameras)
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Tuck your fifth up in my Maseratti (we loaded)
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Shit, I park the whip in front of the project lobby
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I keep it gully and the car all foggy, muh'fuckers just
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[Chorus]
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Bend n Stretch
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Jim Jones |