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[Havoc] Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! That real shit! That's comin back around And we've been on it.. For a long time now! You know who started this shit So you know who gon' finish it.. Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or starin at me Get your gulliest nigga, fuck it and send him at me I got the recipe to make paper, they wanna clap me Misery love company and they see we happy They even dap me but I see right through the bullshit Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women And fuck if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin They gets nathan, afraid not for penetration A little tongue and some cock, they say I'm nasty But I only freak with my main shorty Thought she had me handled cause she tattooed my name I see you niggas schemin my niggas I see you comin You lookin at a nigga whose stomach is used to touchin What's really good with you homey, you think you know me That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely I clap the chromey, you niggas beter step lively They say life's a bitch, but don't remind me [Hook: repeat 2X] Fuck waitin for you to make a move - clap first I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap first When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap first Ain't nobody on this earth invincible - clap first [Prodigy] Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder Gun in my pants, make my shit sag Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs Hop out the trenches on niggas, they runnin from us P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs Real slow when they back out, you cockin shit back I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats Then I spit what I want you to know with these raps Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions Bitch-ass niggas is found in the basements Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead Drive in the backseat, fucked up your lady head Rolled back up the window, and then we slid As I roll what's left of this, triangle bag man (See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout) (Niggas can't fuck with us!) [Hook]
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