(feat. Souljah Boy)
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[Krayzie (Talking)]
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Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
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P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
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Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
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(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...)
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What if we slowed it down?
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Then, nigga, you would hear me
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I know niggas would fuck around
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And say we tried to steal your style
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Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
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Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
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My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
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So, when them funky, funky jump me
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Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)
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It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
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But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
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And wanted a piece of the cake
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It kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get skills
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But when kept on disrespectin'
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Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
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I'm from the Land where every niggas plan
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And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
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And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
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But still they actin' like criminals
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? reciprocal
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They don't know it, even though
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Oh, no, no, can't let you go
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When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)
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That funk'll gon' blow you away
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Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
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Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all
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Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed
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[Krayzie (Layzie)]
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Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
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Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
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Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
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Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
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War corruptin' my mind
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[Souljah Boy]
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You know it is, what it's gotta be
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Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
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And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
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Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these
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Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch
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Sue these stupid muthafuckas
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Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
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'Cause the niggas be down for the count
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And the first nigga step up, get shut down
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You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style
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That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
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Arrest me on the rebound
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It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
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You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
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So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
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Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet
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While your bullethole still be bleedin'
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But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
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Why you lame, be actin' strange?
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Boom to bangs, nigga insanes
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Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
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Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
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Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture
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Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller
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We done muthafuck you
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And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
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Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.
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[Krayzie] Warriors ride
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Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
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Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
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bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
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Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind
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[Bizzy]
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Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick
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Nigga, what you saw
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We ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin' through ?
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And they call war, ready for the cause
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Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break
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Your face be on that table, ready for more
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Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in
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And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up
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And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck
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I'm still runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect
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But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh
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What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ?
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Thinkin' me bloody get with the ?
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And roll but I had gun before you knows
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Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it
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So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll
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[Layzie]
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Aw, shit!
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Nowhere to run; here come judgement day
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Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh
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I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ?
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Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
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I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
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Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz
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| You know I got ends to spend, top |
