[Noreaga]
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Them niggas really think that it's a game but it's not
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Niggas kept frontin', Brown got popped
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Word on life, word on my click
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All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick
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And I stay true to them like both of them laws
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Niggas talk shit my click's not ridin' them dogs
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Niggas hate me cause broke and can't floss
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Yo I cop coke, cook it up or buy it cooked already
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Like a '98 six wild like a Chevy
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Yo I floss now, look how much my jewels cost now
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I'm realizin' that you me so I hate y'all too
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so both sides is hate so it's mutual
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Beautiful, my guns make it shoot-able
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Shoot at you send staff to clap you
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Yo my name's Nori but only fam calls me 'Poppi'
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That nigga's homo like the cat who killed Versace
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Homo thug, yo I shoulda know sooner
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My click stay in jail like Robert Downey Jr.
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Like outlaw in the beacon, nigga we can
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fuck wit' niggas think they live while y'all weaklings
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I'm from Iraq, play the cut smoke mad trees
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Buy my own business, concentrate on my cheese
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Yo the door lock, four knocks and one symbol
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I'm like '98 Live, you like Double Dribble
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Aye yo, thugged out, no rules, playin' the game
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Every man for hisself, just recievin' the pain
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It's like you tall, 21, no out, just go hard
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Rest in piece I gotta say to Yammy and Taj
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It's like bitches never learn, money to burn
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Yo I'm leavin' like me and Nate (I'm leavin'!!) let me say this
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I used to rock to G-U-E with the SS
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now I'm in the '98 black GS
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Golden with kid in my shit, on some full grits headlights
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Shit shine from Def Jam to Crown Heights
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Now my click keep guns, time to fight
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Open the flip on the star-tech and check the message
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Cock ten Sprint phones caught a deal
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What, one and the same like thugged out and Ill Will
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It's all real, still from Iraq...
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Thugs 'R' Us
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Noreaga |