*featuring Lady Of Rage, Kurupt, RBX
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[Intro:]
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This should be played at high volume
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Preferably in a residential area
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[Lady Of Rage]
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Now I'ma kick up dust
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As I begin to bust
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On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust
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When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
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when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
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Or get slapped with the swiftness
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If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas
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Now stuff that in your stocking
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I'm knockin em out the box 'n'
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Knockin em out their sock 'n'
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Cuz Robin is rockin
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Breakin em down to the slab
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Takin em down on their ass
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Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
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See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle
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Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
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We're on you like a border, you're nothin more than a crane
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Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
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Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
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You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
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I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
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Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck
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Do what I must and what I must is bust
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The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's
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So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin thru
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[Dre] - (Some cool shit, some cool shit)
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[Kurupt]
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I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap
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Lynchin as I hits, misses the ?rollin back?
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Pushin packs to make a profit
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Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
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I'm livin large like a fat bitch
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So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots
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This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
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Murderin mega some niggas so who's first to diss
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They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this
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Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
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Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics I'm leavin ??? ???
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Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
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So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
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Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga
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So watch me blast, nigga, cuz I'm the last nigga
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ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
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I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
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Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
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Pullin steel like a stunt
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Sold like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so
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here to torment up a track on crack
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and I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac
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Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap
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Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
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[RBX]
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Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
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but now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap
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Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
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Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
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Execute, boom, stompin black soldier
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Here ta teach and mould ya
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The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin X
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Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a
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Maniac with a gat
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See nowadays niggas is like that
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I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
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BOP BOP BOP now I'm on Death Row
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Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot
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It's like Beirut
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Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
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Anytime ya step into my hood
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But that'll do you know good
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One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood
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Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete
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Here comes the white sheet
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Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape
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But the murderers escape
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Audi lane 5 G's
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Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
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Lyrical Gangbang
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Dr Dre |