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Correct Toney Sigel A.k.a. The Barrel Brothers Lyrics
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[Ghostface Killah] Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start shit Parole holes, six months in the box My little sister got her head shaved off She made it home for shop We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more We make it rain from the tech and the wop The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dusk Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs 300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B. [Chorus] Guns imported from Dubra Wheel chairs and shit bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels Renaissance I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies Cop killers with a box of dummies Dummies stuck to the project floors Niggas is suited up and be ready for war [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his mama Son a nigga right in front of his daughter And I'm nothin like a father Couldn't come from these nuts I got To see Baltimore suck this cock I know most of y'all wouldn't understand Get it, understand Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga I'm a straight up take it type a nigga Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim So I ain't feelin Bush overseas I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther So by any means is the anthem You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer I can't stop won't stop This how we do it from Philly to Sholin...
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