| And I told him, «Don't fuck with me, don’t fuck with me.»
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| Yo, yo.
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| Everybody, everybody, everybody
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| Everybody.
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| Yo, come on.
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| Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
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| There’s no exceptions to the rules
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| Get your nines
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| Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin.
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| But in Brownsville.
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| Check it out.
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| Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out
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| Everlast just came home, it was his first night out
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| He was arguin' with these bitches how they don’t mind their business
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| When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit
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| He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap
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| That’s Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, «Fuck that»
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| But finessin' over here, he could’ve wished he had ten more years
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| Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
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| Everlast, ego went full blast, didn’t splash it
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| He’d act like his head was too big for the casket
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| I told him, «Slow down God, you ain’t wild
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| You ain’t been in these projects in a while
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| Runnin' 'round with that old school style»
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| Don’t think these young bucks won’t lay you down like tile
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| A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads
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| Chopped faces, you talk fast — they bust off fast
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| And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood
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| Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood?
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| Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack
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| Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back
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| Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket
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| Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats
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| He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac
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| Said, «I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track»
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| So strap this, nah, this bar’s a bullet, par pull it
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| In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this
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| Boulevard life, remember late nights?
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| Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids
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| Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack
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| I’m askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help me
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| I ain’t chose the struggle, the struggle chose me
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| Lord forgive me fore I have stolen from my brothers
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| Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
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| Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool
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| The +Older Gods+ givin' me jewels
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| The younger Gods givin' me tools
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| Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked
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| To the drug dealers, my baby mother’s a flirt
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| Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don’t hurt?
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| That’s my problem now, I ain’t afraid to talk
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| Still cop coke from the well Willy
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| When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully
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| 'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli'
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| Now him and his click know that I’m a thug fully |