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the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse But I ain't going out for a jack move The
a 6-5 Might have to get that truckin' and get locked Nigga you taste good like sour cream and chives over potatoes I'm a tornado, you just a puddle A
shot 'em off G.P. Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C. D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C. C-74 switched 'em over to P.C. Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E. Fuck me
man Check me out y'all, A check me out y'all, A check me out, Check me out, A check me out y'all y'all [Verse 2: Capital LS] Let me lick you up... Let
(feat. Mob Figgas) [Verse One: C-Bo] Twenty five years old, still tryin to make a livin off-a one live, then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes
it if you bad enough But if you not get up outta here or back it up (back, back it up) Uh, Pimp C OG's, so I'm a ballin by that bar in here, like he
C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) C.N.N. yo! (M.O.P. yo!) [Billy D] C.N.N. [Noreaga] WHAT WHAT? [Capone] Stompdashitoutu
dirty when i'm on a mission If you wanna fuck with this, come and get with it I let off a buck and i'm leavin' you finished No, innocent misses will not
on the floor, or do somethin', you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, ya heard me? A-push 'em up, baby, a-push 'em up, c'mon [x4] [Verse 1] Now I'm steppin
Protected by the red, black, green with a key Slaves from the Motherland, boy, what a drag Especially when royalty's chained by a caveman A vanglorious
shit for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute Hoes: door number one has a gun Door number two has your crew gettin hung Door number three has the S.P.C
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) O.G.C., Heltah Skeltah be the best y'all (best y'all) Fab 5 slam from East to West y'all (West y'all) Sound pound straight through
like a Supreme Team note No one was nicer than Himmy Spicer when he wrote Dollar Bill y'all, Dollar Bill y'all To the B-I double L bill y'all We used
clown y'all I'm still battling but on a different note Not rappers, but labels, same ocean but a different boat Them CEOs must be sniffin' coke Don't they know that I'm
see you (DJ ON POINT) [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Yo, my struggle's a little different Y'all niggaz was selling, I was sniffin Psyche, rewind it, I'm just
'm well hung to keep the shit strung like some dental floss Cos the streets ain't nothin but a (tight situation) In a 24-hour occupation Just last night
