[Starang Wondah]
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Yo it's that real nigga shit
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That make the real niggas get
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Buckwild, jumpin out they whips
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So I been Fresh like the Prince ever since grade 6
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Can't turn back, I ain't been the same since
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You know how bitch niggas in the industry
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Pretend to be a friend of me
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In the long run, becomin enemies
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R.I.P. Wet Capone, who got jooked up
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Looked up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up
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Got niggas out on the Av., they all shook up
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Me and Henny think this O.G.C. is booked up
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Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
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Got my nigga Henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them niggas)
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They better ask someone
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Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone
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Yo ass get down, Starang say blast them son
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Yell out, M.F.C., and here they come wit massive guns
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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Aiyo some chick asked her home girl "Who is he?"
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She said "You don't know Henny, V-I-Double L-E
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That's that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly
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Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"
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G.C. til the day I D, all night but it up, M.F.C. for life
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Niggas I looked up to, turned out to be Suspect alarmin
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Grab ya kids, niggas is Barney
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Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
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They gonna stay hungry, cuz our days gettin sunny
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Aiyo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
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G.C.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
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Pops, I'mma see ya when you finally hit home
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[Starang Wondah]
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Yo, who hit Starang Wondah, Relation and Stevie
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Hennyville, guns buck to M-O-B-B
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Should ya work hard, to us comes easy
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Don't want beef here, no prob come see me
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[Top Dog Big Kahuna]
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Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back
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That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out
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You bugged out, take up this year and get the fuck out
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My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my leaf
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I'm not havin that, just replace wit the black
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Check Judo or Knitty, or June for the 50 cent
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Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at
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So where we at? Bucktown muthafuckas
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Who are we? M.F.C., bitch niggas
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We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
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[Buckshot]
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Let's take a walk through Park slow, not what you eat
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But we practice the art of chokin these streets of Brook-LAN
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Is similar to Vietnam, so be it to bomb
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We never calm especially when we get illegally searched
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Stereotype, you know they from Brooklyn, so they bound to fight
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That's right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
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Cock back the double barrel and spit seed
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Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of O.G.'s, who know me
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Pass that nickel bag nigga from 93
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Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot
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Cock quick, nigga watch this
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[Havoc]
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I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
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On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the greens
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Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
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Know the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad
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Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches
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Got you in the home or house of snitches
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Dick thatta dug you, only hit for Mom on the humble
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Four building, what 'em crumble
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I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
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Just prepare, shit ready to cock
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Did he wobble in and watch roll eyes
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Number one fan, to po nine
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Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds
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I'm quick to blow strike wit the gold nine
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Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold mine
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[Starang Wondah]
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I wet my man, Big Hav from the M-O-B-B
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Hennyville, Buckshot my man D-O-G
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Should ya work hard, for us comes easy
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Ya want beef, no prob come see me
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O.G.C., Mobb Deep, Brownsville and QB
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Pocket change, mack alone the whole M.F.C.
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Bob Marley spliff, crack open the hennecy
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You want beef here, no prob come see we
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Suspect Niggaz
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