That nigga right there nigga
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Go see that nigga mayne!
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Get out there mayne, go get out there mayne
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Yo, yo
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[Chorus: Lil' Fame]
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Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef?
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Get at 'em dawg, where the fuck is all his peeps?
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Show him all that shit you talked about on yo' CD
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Show him that hammer you flashed out on yo' DVD
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That same nigga, that called yo' momma a bitch
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That called yo' wife a ho, yo, there that nigga go!
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Stomp that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker
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Damn that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker, aiyyo
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Ain't y'all motherfuckers 'posed to have beef?
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Fuck the industry, take it to the streets
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Pop that motherfucker, blast that motherfucker
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Blast that motherfucker, get at that motherfucker
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[Lil' Fame]
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I moved back in the hood for good
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These niggaz ain't crazy; Brownsville forever baby
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Same place where my momma raised me, I'm forever holdin my throne
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Imagine if I had a couple million
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Y'all niggaz are half-assed stars
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The kind to lie on your faith, and take [?] to everything you love
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Won't talk that shit, when the real soldiers around
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You got the hip-hop, rhyme unit holdin you down
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But if you feelin like a chimp nigga go and brush your shoulders off
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Ladies is chimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
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These niggaz ain't crazy baby you fuckin with soldiers
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I will pop yo', motherfuckin head off your shoulders
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So what it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT GULLY OR WHAT?)
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What it is? (HOMEY YOU GON' GET IT UGLY OR WHAT?)
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Everybody can get the now, bustin them thing things on wax
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Punk bitches gangbangin on track; but here's the facts
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[sniffing the air] I smell pi-dussy
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I dare one of y'all niggaz to try to dog mush me
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And any of that tried they felt it, any problems we dealt with
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Fuck the yappin and rappin back and forth
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[Chorus]
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[Teflon]
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Hey yo, I'm a "Nervous/Wreck" that's why I "Full Surface" the tec
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Robbed the game blind, murdered the set
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Aiyyo perhaps you haven't heard of us yet
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You lil' wet behind the ears you didn't hear, we used to murder the sets
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YEP! I heard your mixtape, wasn't impressed
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What is this mess? Hollerin 'bout your gun in your vest
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It's all LIES, most of y'all guys is small fries
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And if I let y'all tell it, y'all all gon' ride BUT
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But soon as shit hit the fan
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And your man get clipped, that's when niggaz hit the stand
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And get a [?] for 25 to click in the can
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About 80 percent of y'all niggaz is snitchin man
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Why y'all misleadin the public, on some thug shit
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In the club with the same cats you swore to slug with
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Now y'all wanna discuss it? I'M DISGUSTED
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Here take this 9 and bust it, fuck the dumb shit!
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[Chorus]
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[Billy Danze]
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Hey yo whattup homey? (O.G.!) Triple O.G.
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Your Hannibal Lect'ic ways got you banned from TV
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You injure the tec for days (HA) your crew roll in waves (HA)
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All in the mix of the blitz and you ain't never been grazed (HA)
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(It's ghetto 'round here!) Yeah whatever you say pah
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Your G ain't street, so keep it up under the radar
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And stay off of the God damn screen lookin mean
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Like you gon' stomp up on the ave and saw a nigga in half
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You niggaz are makin me mad with these games
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Like you trained with Uday and Qusay Hussein
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We was raised in the year of the bat; where niggaz got it on
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To turn it up a notch we had to burn the eight long
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We popped 'em (y'all toss 'em) we tuck 'em (y'all floss 'em)
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Bill'll take it directly to yo' ass if y'all cross him
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It's usually done in the street, that's where it happen at
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Y'all niggaz beef on the beats, but where the clappin at?
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[Chorus]
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Instigator
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| M.O.P. |
