feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep)
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[talking]
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Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)
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That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)
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Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up
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yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo
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[Fredro Starr]
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Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
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For my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spot
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Sittin on crates, gettin loaded, get that cake
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Dodgin drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
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Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
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In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
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See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
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Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked
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But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
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Holdin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
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From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
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To them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone booth
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Cuz Lord knows I'm gonna reload and bust back
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Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
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They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
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Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact
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[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
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Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
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and my dime little mamis rockin Timbs and jeans
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When it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them things
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In the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay!
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[Sonsee]
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Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
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All my bus stop bitches that be pushin them drops
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Playin the gate, get it ma, get those papes
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Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
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Project chick, dippin whips, cruisin the strip
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Gettin money for tuition, go to school and she strip
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Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
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Murda mami set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
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Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
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I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
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All my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun's
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All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
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Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
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that mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shots
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I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not
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You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not
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[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots
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For all my gun-cock niggaz that be bustin off shots
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Lay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gate
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Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face
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Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whips
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Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin on bricks
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Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
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Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
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Shoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at feds
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Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
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For my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cots
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For my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from cops
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Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
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Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
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What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
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Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that
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[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
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Hold up...
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'South Suicide Queens'
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'Enjoy!'
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'South Suicide Queens'
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'Enjoy!'
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Hold Up
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Onyx |