[Verse One: Malika]
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Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck
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Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika)
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Yes the diction is on point
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Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw or hit the joint
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That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
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Like the body cool, keep the scrap for the naughty
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Niggie trippin why you scheme so don't step up with no bullshit
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See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
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Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
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Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
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Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
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If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fit to drop her
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Ninety-five's on pocket, representin I keep stompin
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Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin
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[Verse Two: Shorty]
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I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
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I'm deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga
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Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
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I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee with a Tale From the Hood
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You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size
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Have you Goin Down like Mary J. Blige
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When it's popping like this, you can't be a coward
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Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard
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My squad, is hard, with players, and hustlers
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No toleration, for fakers and busters
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Fuckin with me with all honesty
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You get bombed rap songs coming constantly
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Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene
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Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green
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So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie
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And I want you to know G
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[Chorus:]
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We bust and cuss and kick up dust
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Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
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So what's the time? It's time to get paid
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Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills
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We bust and cuss and kick up dust
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Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
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So what's the time? It's time to get paid
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Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail
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[Verse Three: Leek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)]
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Watch me swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
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I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
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How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?
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I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
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Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe
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if you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show
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For my stage show beat em up
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40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast
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Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up
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Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em
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for poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin
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cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I'm bustin or get to duckin
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cuz I ain't given em nuthin
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Fools can't get none, so fuck em!
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[Verse Four: PS]
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Let me rock the motherfuckin mic
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Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
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I got jabs like a welterweight champion
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The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin
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quick to get it crackin
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Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men
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Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin
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Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like
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lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
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Fuckin with a winner, number one contender top dog
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Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs
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40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
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Best to put your daughterWack ass rappers get tossed up
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Trying to come in here with that garbage
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My crew see the dopest and the hardest
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So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed
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[Chorus 1/2]
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[Verse Five: Ras Kass]
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I peep game and get recognized, biting on the hard liquor
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toothpick and beedy-dyin
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Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
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like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt
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And ain't nothin crackin
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For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I'm packin Tinactin
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Cuz I be earnin stripes in tight bunches
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All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes with sucker punches
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What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend
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Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often
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Jay-walking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and
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jaw wrecked that Osten won't soften you're lost and
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| see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orki |
