[Chorus]
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Let all the live niguz in
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Kick all the bitch ass niguz out
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We came to rock and shock the house
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Turn it out and out and out
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[Sonsee]
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Aiyo the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple
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But I'mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what I'm into
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(For the money) It's essential, and I gotta have it
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A verb addict without a author, wit the herbals, we hurt who
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Ever try to defy these guys, they fry
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And thems get it, so all that shit you say, come on, kid kill it
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You yap, not sellin that crap and hurtin me up and back slappin
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You wouldn't know Crunch time if you was the Captain
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It's here, and yea, we the called, the senders
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And it's time to get live once more, we back on this agenda
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And for ya hopeful niggas, trynna be contenders
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And we come down like loose coats in the winter
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[Chorus]
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[Fredro Starr]
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Ain't no slackin in my action
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I pull my back and beatin tracks in
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Official Nast, cold smashin, joints happen (Yo what happen?)
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Nothin just niggas bustin caps when I was rappin
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Cuz niggas be packin pretty brown handle biz, who just a faction
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But factual react, if frontin and fakin jacks, it's all a sudden
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But there better be no proscratin, wit reaction when ya rappin
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Cuz when you maxin and relaxin, that's when they start attackin
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So get the gats, forget the facts, and like there's no compassion
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Kick me, cuz I'm a daisy street, as cold as the Alaskan
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Bought my braids, bought my hat, and Staten stay stackin
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[Chorus]
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Give me the shottie, let me liven up the party
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I like to start trouble, cuz I'm a little rowdy
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We just three MC's, that like to fight
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Even when we start the shit, we always end it right
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So all of ya, frontins bad for ya health
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Cuz in the 93, my army goin for self
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Kids is cruel, more causin then these fucked up conditions
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That we all hate, but fuck it if this our fate
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Just listen up to what I say
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The feds get shot daily, every day
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Even my man got killed, that was families mournin
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But from all the dirty bid, I know that hell is callin
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Went to his wake and shit got held up
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But niggas wit mask on they face
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I couldn't escape, I was stuck
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They said "Everybody in here, up against the wall
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The dead nigga owe me money, so I'll collect from y'all"
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The people gave him struggle, 5 minutes went fast
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When I said "I ain't givin ya nigga shit, I'ma just have to get blast"
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And representin wit my life, I'm full fledged thief
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And I'm the truth, that's why we always have beef
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[Chorus]
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[Hook]
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And we do it like this, and we do it like that
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Rules and regulations, so watch ya back, and pack a gat
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Never fall asleep, keep ya heat in the streets
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Cuz goin out, iz what it's all about
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Live Niguz
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Onyx |