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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Set it off, set it off, get it off now Get out or you headed North now Ain`t comin at you like its soft now We pullin out tonite Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa pa Rapapa pa [Verse 1] Y`all dudes be watchin T.V., see the MC, get the CD Believin every word he`s heard spit, you best believe me So when I get to spittin, this should be so excitin You see your favorite rapper and you can`t believe you like him Saw a tear comin from your eye now Can`t really pretend you fly now So you still frontin but why now Feel like you can`t touch the sky now What the people really feelin, let`s find out If you rockin with a nigga, let`s ride out We got no time to lie down Young girls in the fuckin cryin out Its the way that I walk and I talk like I`m a real Brooklyn-New York type You know the type to push niggaz off bikes One summer only rock Air-Force Nikes Gonna put it down answer the door right Go hard to the paper with all night Spit that murder rap, murder rap rap Sounds like rapapa [Interlude] Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa pa Rapapapapa Rapapapapa pa G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah G-yeah, g-yeah Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go c`mon [Chorus] [Verse 2] These niggaz screamin how they take your life ??? dreamin They leave the proof so they can keep their man a cure appointment Say they be on the block and they got ammunity They can`t even scare white people and they pay their community And I know you got a wife and you not playing with your kids That`s why I don`t believe in half the shit you say you did Treat you like Craig, you ain`t gotta lie Like B.I. somebody gotta die I keep these niggaz on their toes, fuck it, somebody gotta try I make the mystery DIE, I`m like Magnum P.I Its just a fax when I RAP, I got `em trapped like T.I Niggaz get 24`s and shit they ain`t got money for And put on some funny clothes to holla at some funny hoes And what you think that make you a man huh That don`t make you nothin but a bumma Drop, pause and they ain`t no cameras Gangstas gotta cry your manner You rockin a shook demeanor, probably scared to throw some joints Ain`t gonna bust a nina, nothin sweeter, what`s the point? [Interlude] [Chorus] [ad-libs]
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