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like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin low-pros Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO,OH
this clear though I'm worth it, invest it,I'll let you nurse it, caress it oh! Nicole: uh confess it, you know you wanna see me undressing no pressure, uh
time to get the shopping sorted, Oh this Armani blazer, which I got imported, Yeah I like that whip, Cos I'm on them grams only reason why I ain't dropped
go straight to the chopping blocks (Ahh) And even if they escaped and they got the cops The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
a monument in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, drop eighty
all the females who wanna play (Yeah), yeah, (wha) one time Wha-wha-wha-wha check it uh-huh Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha (Bring it, bring it, uh come on
Uh oh, uh oh Let's get it over with Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, uh Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz
Uh, uh) Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (Uh, uh) Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (Uh, uh) Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure
inside your body ? (Oh, yeah) Can you feel the music, oh don't ever lose it (Yeeeeeah) Turn up the power everybody Turn up the power (uh uh) and
on baby, ease on back, uh If I get mine then you?ll get yours And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors Rip off your stockings and drop
clear though I'm worth it, invest it, I'll let you nurse it, caress it, oh Uh, confess it, you know you wanna see me undressing No pressure, uh, you
business is still slowing Even if we subject to change Come up out them diamonds and rings Even all them dollars and change Nigga we home-grown And to those that couldn't take the pressure
Beatnuts, yo what chu gonna do? Turn it out, turn it out Uh, turn it out, uh, turn it out Hey yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon just turn it out Uh, c'mon, c'
decided to fix, my rhymes To make them fresher, to cook under pressure To be on top and never be the lesser I'm the animal, uh the hunter To go getter
can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I apply pressure
card Yo we got the upper hand and still play by the book, the truth? It's always the last place you look, that's right here Uh-oh, you feel that? That
