[DJ U-Neek:]
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From the east coast followers, to the west coast riders
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DJ U-Neek and Violator presents
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The ghetto's top dawgs
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[laughing]
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[Chorus: Satasha Williams]
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We're standing
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Strong
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So come on (So come on)
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Get ya roll on
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[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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I went from
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Construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
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Flippin' mixtapes
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To bitches, feedin' me grapes
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Feed my mind state
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Big Poppa flow is lethal
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That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
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Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range
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My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
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I'll blow you when you step in the car
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That's that superstar
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Status apparatus
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More wiz to Cassius
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Cease, roll the hashes, in the pocket with the nine
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Roll up the whole dime
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As my seats recline
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I want a presidential Roley (So)
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So I crush
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Emcees to guacamole, makin' Robin scream, "Holy moley! "
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Big Poppa
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Fuck a cape, I'm that Paper
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Crusader
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Playing Sega
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In the wide body Blazer
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[Coolio:]
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I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor
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So much, me, myself and I know
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My own lord and master
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When your ass was born, it was all on the lone, and
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When it's time to die, you'll be all alone, so
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Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
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Start taking care of your own
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Nigga
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Everybody's human with the nature of a sinner
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So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
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I gots to fight back against the powers that be
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Cause the powers that be, be
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Tryin' to fight me
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Standin' at the crossroads, but I wasn't by myself
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Some take the right and
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Some take the lefts, but
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Lo and behold
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What do I see
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In the distance
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Some resistance
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[Doodlebug:]
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Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu
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Moshin' up this hip hop scene, with my Digable
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Crew
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Now you and you know the science, so don't front
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Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front
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In fact
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It's gettin' like a daily operation
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Cenilish born, represents my young nation
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And I'm facin'
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Opposition
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In every form
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So my man choose Squad 7, our's is on a swarm
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Like crazily
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Cause it don't pay to be
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A black man in the land of mental slavery
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They say
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"Cash Rules Everything Around Me"
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True
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So what I gotta do to be as lavished as you
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I don't roll with no crew
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That do the same ol' same
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So I travel the seventh plane, by way of coal train
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Now that's an I'll thought
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Niggas get caught
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In my wisdom
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Because the number 7's like the master of a rhythm
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[Big Mike:]
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It ain't surprisin'
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These motherfuckers still hatin'
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They must don't know
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I ain't that nigga to be played with
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It's been stated
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Way back in '88
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That a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
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Now quakes was felt
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When my feet hit the ground
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And fate's failed
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When my heat made a sound
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Now
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How did I relate what's gonna fall
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When my niggas made the fuckin' final call
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We started out small
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Now we got a staff a nation wide
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1995, how many heads are gonna fly
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With that rootin'
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Tootin'
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Southside shootin'
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Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin', with Huey Newton
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Fuck disputin', when it's time for a change
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Nigga, what you gon' do
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When we rearrange the game
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Blow 'em out the frame
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With new ideas
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We's about the game, lyrics puttin' me down out here
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Buckshot]
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I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side
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And the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride
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So I
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Stepped to the DJ and told the DJ, "Yo
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Throw the wax on"
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How many emcees must get dissed (Dissed)
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The mist from the blunt's smoke
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Decides who's next on my list
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Can you feel the hiss
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From the snake, move in my direction
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No U-turn, you gettin' burned from the sun
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In my intersection
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The guard has spoked
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Sword strokin'
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If you think you ready for affair
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One, pay ya token
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On my Soul Train (Uh)
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Control your brain (Uh)
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Buck Town representative
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Breakin' down, like a ki of cocaine
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Straight from the lab
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And I still elevate past
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The snakes and the crabs
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Fuck it (Boot Camp Click)
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[Redman:]
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It's that Funkadelic
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Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it
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Fuck the best, niggas better start puttin' on helmets
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| I roam the streets, where there |
