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To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [
the tan Lex land Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish? He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this?
) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin' but choked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is
to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this
No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is
on sight They wouldn't took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This
, true gees But they got all day, so now it's just me And I'ma kick this slang until the day I die I can't go straight, I won't even try I'm stuck in
by the scar, know its me The four fifth in my coatsleeve, coatsleeve I?ve been to jail before That?s what hell is dog My niggas back and forth like it?s a damn resort This is
this Got a crew of real spitters That'll murder this new shit I encourage the ladies stay away From the techno papa today That shit is gay The good old years I talk about Is
to prove that we do it And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house? Original Cleveland Criminals Niggas just send em subliminal messages Like 'Murda, mo murder murder
'll get pulled over by one time And when in 1999 rewinds did'n even make any strides Murder all around the whole world is nausiating Everybody hating
That it won't be too long before, we wake up and the world is gon' And it won't be no World War, it'll be Armaggedon fo' sho' Everyday, day It seems
[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
