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[Intro]
Yeah it`s only right the Bad Guy hook up with the Bad Girl... Phobia... woo! Aha! It`s Tha Row World Order baby Vegas, drop the heat, c`mon... we back! [Chorus X3– Crooked I & Phobia] Death Row`s back (here we go again) Death Row`s back (you better get off the Block nigga) [Verse 1 – Crooked I] And we wearing a smile, nuff areas style, who can bury us now? Listen, (DEATH ROW`s BACK) Ghetto America`s child I`m looking down on you, as if I was Darius Miles I`m an abusive cat, leading cops on an elusive chase We make music only fools embrace We can feud dude, choose the place I keep a tool in waist, lil dude I remove your face, uhh Finally, you minor league and we major Major change the way you make your music ain`t a gangsta Gave the gangsta flava they bang in their CD changer Came to reign within, the game is in danger Banging hits that ain`t even been rivalled I, carry a rifle, I cherish survival I`m, the Bad Guy that`s my area title And Suge`s the real Simon, so fuck +American Idol+ [Chorus X3] [Verse 2] And we banging the R, that`s the Row, Death Row we raising the bar Tell em (Death Row`s back!) getting braids in the car Look at Crooked damn hard work made him a star Plus meanwhile my team scheme wild for cream I hustle like I got nineteen mouths to feed So leave out the scene, speed-down the cops Or you`ll bleed out your spleen we bring out them thieves This trick is quick to hit ya with some clips to split ya I`d rather hit ya with some hits than be a permanent fixture The clips spit, we spit sick, get the picture? Cos if you spit sicker then niggaz it`d get you richer And for my enemies I don`t care much They like some ugly ass bitchs taking pictures getting airbrushed They not who they appear to be, we beating wimps up I knock a pimp straight down out of his Pimp Cuff [Chorus X3] *Crooked I adlibs* [Verse 3] And I demands my love, throw ya hands high join the Bad Guy club (Death Row`s back!) why share my thug Especially when thugging is my anti-drug Get merked like it`s nothing, that`s goon talk Give me three feet you bustaz better moon-walk Oh yeah we cop the benz, drop the chevvy on them monster rims While y`all can rock milk-chocolate timbs Glock shots chop ya limbs, I sock your chin I`m something different baby who can cop block the skills? Not your man, you know I got my heater with me Leavin` you in need of a kidney, come on and sing it with me... [Chorus X3] [Outro over chorus – Phobia] Get off Tha Block.. haha... get off his dick Yeah, Crooked I nigga... that`s right The realest, the realest Record label nigga...
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