[Noreaga]
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Yeah nigga - part four muh'fucker
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Thugged out nigga (Grimey)
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Neptunes - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
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Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
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This shit is serious - type serious (Grimey)
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Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)
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Uh, uh-uh, nigga what nigga (Grimey)
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Uh, uh-uh, part four nigga (Grimey)
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Yo, yo, yo
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It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga
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I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory
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It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X
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These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
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Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
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Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
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I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets
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And show muh'fuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
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In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy
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This year I'll bring the shit home to his family
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Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive
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Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe
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See you a hater like Star & Buc, nigga what
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And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggaz just suck
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I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit
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Wanna drink every bottle I sip
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[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
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Nigga when that heat, is bustin off
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And the ambulance come, and rush you off
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And the witness like - we don't know dem boys
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Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
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Then we resume, hangin with stars
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Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars
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Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law
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Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
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[Noreaga]
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Yo, yo
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I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech
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We Violator violatin, y'all niggaz capiche?
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It's unsafe like late night on (?) Beach
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Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least
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Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my niggaz dunn wit it
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Niggaz had hit records, but we done did it
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Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.!
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You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow
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Money like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck
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Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck
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Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin you up
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Since you, seem so tense release the mutts
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I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
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Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel more
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Nigga this my year, you gonna feel Nore
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Money we got it but still try and feel more
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge: Pharrell Williams (Noreaga)]
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Type of niggarole, we must be dunns (Grimey)
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Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey)
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Nigga get popped can't hush me son (Grimey)
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Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey)
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93 Ac' fuck a Range nigga (Grimey)
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Saliva at the mouth of your chain nigga (Grimey)
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Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)
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Never cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey)
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[Noreaga]
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You see we unbreakable, y'all niggaz is uncapable
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We 2G nigga we use gats that's untraceable
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Still smokin, and niggaz know how I do it
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Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick
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Just me and shorty, late night in the park
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And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart
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Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart
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See these fake niggaz, my fists'll break niggaz
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We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz
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We switchin labels, now it's time to break niggaz
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[Bridge]
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[Pharell Williams]
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Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
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[Chorus]
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[Noreaga]
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Violator - nigga what nigga (Grimey)
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This shit is serious (Grimey)
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(Grimey) (Grimey)
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(Grimey) (Grimey)..
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Grimey
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Noreaga |