ft. Gillie Da Kid, Young Chris
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Ladies and gentlemen,
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I o by the name of Cassidy
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Mr. Hip-hop
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And I put this song together for my city
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Feel me?
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Mayhem music, we forming history!
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[Chorus]
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We from the gutter,
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Fell with nothing but thugs,
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A bunch of convicted fellas
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That selling nothing but drugs.
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Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs
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Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs
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Move aside, home invasions, ain't no bitch and no blood.
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And they high up serum, pills, liquor and drugs.
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Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs
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Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs
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I'm the nigger that get you stomped with,
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I drink the liquor, you get starched for being with it
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Smoking, hiding in the stars, get!
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To impose, I up the dosage in the milligrams
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This night for real, Cypress Hill, I'mma kill a man!
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Monday still a pain as always
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It's always building dirty, shooters in my hallway.
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The vic is all gray, bombed up and rigged for war.
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I should of worked more in the bag, it's time to eat some more.
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Niggers rather have their shit strapped in the lead
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Break him off in pieces, leave him like Kit-Kat.
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Finding where the woes be, rest where the pit's at.
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Tying his whole head, he'll leave with a chain strapped.
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Cheaters hate the D, niggers can't hate the G
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36, but some niggers don't make it to 6.
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Now bake up a key, make it to B,
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They be working with them boys, those niggers safe as a key
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Niggers cocky, niggers feeling our swag,
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Always K40's, killing niggers with Macs.
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Pretend they wanna bail, niggers flexing with cash
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I airyed at your face 'till your face is a match.
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Dead. What is fuck niggers talking 'bout?
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Feeling weed, the hardest, niggers fucking out.
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Kill beat for murder, we don't talk it out.
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Homicide laws, feely niggers spark it out.
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Hey, listen, I'll pop that gap like I'm slightly retarded.
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It's like my body here, but my upper flight is departed.
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Think twice, get a coffin, you don't wanna be a target.
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You just wanna make rap songs, you don't wanna get started.
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Couple of rats to a shooter, put your heat to a market.
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Hit your legs with a chopper, now you walk with a walker.
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Oh, hell, now, feely in the building, you heard of us, we murderers.
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Gillie Dale, 2 1 5, nigger, that's part of us
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I'm a baller, I was born a much man than Chris Steven
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They smiff and skid belly, new nigger in town with the birds, strip Kelly
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before we break it down, there's a line in front of the Deli,
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Before the show's over, a line in front of the tele,
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Put 'em down, hit 'em up, hit 'em up.
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Fuck, what these niggers wanna do now?
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Run around with a double barrel, one shot, that's two down
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Homicide for the life for us, I holds my crew down
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Fucking informers, I hate them. We tight, niggers, we shoot down.
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Years with them fillie cats, we ain't with that silly rats.
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North-West, South side, you don't need no city map.
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Yes, entire rat game be ridding piggy-bank.
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With the deuce, deuce, but this ain't pity-path
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Real nigger rather slugging than hugging.
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You get money? I can't get none with you, then fuck it!
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They just part of the struggle, they just part f the hustle.
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Part of the game. You part of this? 'cause we start trouble.
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They say he back on rapper about the drugs he got.
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But I'm a D boy from the block so fuck it, ride or not.
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Cooking up is what I do, a baller make a living.
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On my spare time I'm cooking rats and loading pistols.
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Try to rob me, niggers tried and they died for it.
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Ride around with no licence and a line on me.
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Trapping hard, blowing wild in the meanwhile.
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The work running on the market, on the speed dial.
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I'm high on serum, we ride with the sheriff.
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You call her wife, but the whole hood share her.
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Big bears, feel it, they don't mean to scare you.
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My young boys run the city, their area.
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Heard you was scared to come back home.
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Nigger call OBH, we the backbone.
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North fillie, south fillie, keep gats on.
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Uptown a Frankfurt, my ...
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[Chorus]
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Put thirties in the system.
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I can taste the lane when i kissed them
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Court refuses to dismiss him,
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So we might as well cook in the streets and the kitchen.
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Yeah, cubbling all smashed. 800 in the stash.
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One point, I'm all in cash, but 80 on the dash
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So them lights started to flash.
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Called the motor off the E-Way.
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Gun in these tools, pocket full of blues,
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A law abiding citizen, so, long story short,
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That nigger made a move, so that nigger made the news.
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Feely, pistol banging, city of brotherly slugs
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Kill your brother, hit the funeral, give your mother a hug.
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They gave your brother them slugs, they gave his ass a brick
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And he ain't bring back the dove,
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The city of B, city of E's, city of me,
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City of cash, shout out the roof, shout out to Rye, (what up?)
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The city that cuffing hard, the city wear shines,
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Them niggers don't ever doubt, the nines forever spout.
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Outlined with chalk, city of Will Smith, city where I'm the king,
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Gillie, that's real shit.
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Fuck all the haters, don't feel this.
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Though it get realest, my niggers is careless.
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I'm some latter Ville pistol vein ya,
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You got'cha mind made up, I bet the pistol will change it.
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The Lone Ranger, I dare one of you niggers to play tanto.
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And get a feather put in your cat, nigger, pronto.
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My team lean so you can't lead a purple 'round them
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Get them out of town, nigger, I run circles around them.
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City Of Brotherly Slugs
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| Cassidy |
