[Intro:]
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Oh, oh hell yeah
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[police sirens, car screeches]
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(Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0
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(Just, just) Say what? (go on home)
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(We don't wanna take anybody in. We don't wanna give any citations
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I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't goin nowhere
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(Ahh, just, ahh, go on home and turn down that music)
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Fuck that we havin fun (Turn, I want the music turned off)
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ain't nobody doin nuttin, ain't nobody doin nuttin (right now!)
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[Verse 1: Treach]
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From stank booties wit cooties
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the finest head is hoochie's
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Bunta, change your name from Kunta
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Still wouldn't do that shit that you say, who play
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with that hoopla hooray, who say? What? Who try?
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You lie where you try you want ta see your whole damn crew fry
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The moral of the story, niggas handling it
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Crooked cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit
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Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy
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niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT!
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You don't wanna start a riot
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cos they won't jack shit, get quiet til half the fucking force is fired
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Done em boys now dem unemployed
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See them on Orange Street looking ta get broke fiending in dope, looking to
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get corduroy
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boy the son of Tory, a tray hot hole
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She play that model like a throttle to waddle a bottle
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Stop that crooked cop shit is the topic
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We're coming, fuck a summons, so long as Illtown rocks it, you can't stop
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it
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[Chorus:]
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Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
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Just pound the sound don't worry now cos they found Illtown
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Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
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Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now!
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[Interlude:]
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(This is car number 5-0
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We have no control over the situation
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We are now dispersing
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We advise the Mayor be moved immediately
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My God, at least 1500 people are marching straight for City Hall)
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[Verse 2: Treach]
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To bad if you're agile, knee check fragile, eject, reject
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What's left of your respect? A bag of shit, did you see yet?
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I'll G it like Viet-nam bomb, so be it
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Even freak it from the deepest ta weakest, even beat walkers beat it
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Body breaker from the bricks bank and booty bumper who knew boo
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hoo, scary like voodoo, strictly Illtown and Zoo crew
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The party can't quit it's been plan, bought cop's hunt and man's sport
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They scam sports while Illtown and Newark stand fort
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We don't wrestle and fools don't disrespect us
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They don't want ta get pulled inside-out from their assholes and lassoed
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We just break down and boogie oogie oogie
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A shoutout ta Ski, Steve Pedro, Gutta and Mookie
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We're on a mission to keep pou people hoppin and hippin instead of trippin
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even if the city won't give us permission
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Listen now, party's mo' butter now, better not fuck around and try ta shut
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us down
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We'll find out who run this town
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[Chorus:]
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Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
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Just pound the sound, don't worry cos they found Illtown
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Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
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Just pound the sound, pound the sound!
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[Verse 3: Treach]
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The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around
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around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down
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because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
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in ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon
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as we zoom pass one tellin me chillin's a felony
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Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
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Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
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We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest
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So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
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but funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
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that same ol jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
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Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo
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You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
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cos we straight holdin fort like them Indians
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You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering
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You'll hit the border then, then you won't be ploicin you'll be borderin
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[Chorus:]
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Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighbourhood?
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Just pound the sound, don't worry now cos they found Illtown
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Now who's these moth |