*featuring K-9 & P-C
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(Now, now go)
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You got me fucked up
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(Why?)
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Cuz I'm a bad muthafucka and you can't understand me
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[Chorus]
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MCs dont know how we puts it down
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K-9 and P-C from East to North town
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We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step
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So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon
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[P-C]
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Nigga back up, see I came to stack up
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bodies like hits, whats that
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you wanted to act up, and diss the click
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a sister, put my niggaz up wetted the grave
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you wanted to get richer, so offer your beats that made by fade
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cascade, because yo ass is soapy
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Mr. Locc you wanna be Mr. low key
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when yo ass used to be low key
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you know me so act like you know my click
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and I'm an assist to kick the shit that you and MD could never get with
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and speakin of MD, another nigga that used to be from my click
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act like he double to down, but when it go down, go down he splits
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this is strictly for all of y'all niggaz that diss me
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y'all think y'all skills is up to par well stars come out and get me
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now we got these niggaz out on the streets, and a place to lay my gun?
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I guess you could say that I got hostess, in more ways than one
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y'all keep clickin and clickin, my chips continue to stack up?
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but while you dissin and dissin I'm a tell you niggaz to back up cuz
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[Chorus x2]
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MCs dont know how we puts it down
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K-9 and P-C from East to North town
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We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step
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So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon
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[K-9]
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(Hey K-9 what about Mad Dog)
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Well let that nigga loose
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no better yet just let the dog loose
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so he could fetch, goin to Vegas to see what he catch
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ain't gonna be no cases
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just tell him what he faces and watch him snitch
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while I lay up in Vegas
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its either the Raiders or the switch so he did
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switched over like electric shocks
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Moms got on pregnant static
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so they suspected pops
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did they know about me
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Mr. K-9 see, clicksta in deep, in your Mama's panties
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did they know that I was bangin it
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where at, oh your Daddy's bread be back
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now she's pregnant and I ain't claimin it
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your husband's cryin cuz he feels like a chump
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what, your son is fit to die and he ain't nuthin but a punk huh
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she can't sayin nuthin cuz she needs my support?
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but not for the child see the hooker's tryin to take him to court
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and I'm a body like Jah
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but accept with mo mil
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we probably wasmeant for each other
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cuz we two niggaz they gave us both jams
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[Chorus x2]
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MCs dont know how we puts it down
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K-9 and P-C from East to North town
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We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step
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So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon
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So when the east is in the(when the north is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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So when the west is in the(when the south is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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So when the east is in the(when the north is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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So when the west is in the(when the south is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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So my click is in the (when da click is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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So when K-9 is in the (when K-9 is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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So when P-C is in the (when P-C is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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When Warren G is in the (when Warren G is in the house)
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Back up, back up
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[Chorus x4]
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MCs dont know how we puts it down
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K-9 and P-C from East to North town
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We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step
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So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon
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Back Up
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| Warren G |
