For the ghetto media, don't let
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the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up.
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. . . when the
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thugs cry
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This is what it sounds like [this is
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what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
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.] . . .
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. . . when the thugs cry [when
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the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
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Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n
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panic maybe the past would understand if they'd get
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off their ass and mash.
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How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my
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boyz watch for the plot and deploys envoys scopin
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like a dope fiend. But
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I'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and
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erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to
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the brain still rowdy Jesus
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really never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who
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am I? Local with vocals going coast to coast.
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Heaven'll move me right fo
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sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days when
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they parlay get killed when they get tah steppin
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'member the weapon's
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close and the doctor said I need time to myself on
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the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up
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full of this independence
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caught up sever relentless evil intentions nobody
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knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet, never to
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mention I love my lady
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rebel we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
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on, we can get the stroke on, we can get the stroke
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on, when the thugs cry.
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This is what it sounds like [this is
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what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
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.] . . .
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[Come on, come on,
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come on . . .]
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. . . when the thugs cry [when
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the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
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[Are you ready,
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ready, ready?]
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We keepin the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't
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f**kin the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes
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off but my dick'll go soft! never
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mix business with your sickness enemy see me flippin
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in the picnic with your little divide and conquer but
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my sister was ready to
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bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
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me and my boyz give us a choice how could you ever
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tell Sony that I was the
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only one was making noise ain't it a breech of
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trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by
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its cover, word to the
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muthaf**ka I......I didn't studder but what if I
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lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed with
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liquid explosives on top of
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Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso,
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lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil' Pesci N
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Casino and Wish don't give a
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f**k! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead wake up on
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the wrong side of the bed. Bible of survival triple
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six rivals, triple six rival
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member you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz
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that'll bust in the club you don't feel us strapped in
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the bed, strapped pickin up
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the kids in the
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realest, the realest, the realest.
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This is what it sounds like [this is
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what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
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.] . . .
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[Yeah, yeah, yeah . . .
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come on, come on, come on.]
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. . . when the thugs cry [when
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the thugs cry, when the thugs cry].
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[Are you ready,
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ready, ready?] Oh no!
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It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon
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as you flipped off the safety baby this we all day
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don't tell me you crazy, will
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they sell me? Hell, naw! For reason this weepin'
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widow be the demon so cheap and at least she peepin go
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peep deep dead in yo
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pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer
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usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks in the
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school of these ghetto games
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and the fool of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame,
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shame. Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain
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ask Mr. Majesty these
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casualties well they're passin me by but I hear death
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callin' when it's so cold in a room who's stallin'
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better come after me, we say
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fucK y'all all in the
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battle we, battle we, battle we.
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This is what it sounds like [this is
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what it sounds like, this is what it sounds like . .
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.] . . .
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. . . when |